Dean wasn't the one out running, alone, when the wolves attacked him, thank you very much, Sam; and he will defend his decision to go in looking for Sam to his dying breath, which both of them should be well aware of by this point.
He might be the one wandering all over the mansion with a torn up thigh, though. Maybe. Moving on - look, a demon!
Dean meets Sam's curious glance with raised eyebrows, they might even be described as part and parcel to a gloating expression if Dean weren't so lethally focused on this newest development. It's that side, the hunter side, that studies Titus for a moment before swapping to settle on his brother as Dean finds a seat for himself on his own bed.
"I found the kid here in the kitchen, trying to buzz himself awake on tea and nerves. Which, I might add -" Dean points a stern finger at Titus in passing, tagging a lighter tone in like the old hand he is at using humor to deflect serious situations. "- is going to keep you up all night pissing like a racehorse but not much else."
Back to Sam.
"Told me he was writing a letter to a friend of his that ain't in this world anymore - you've heard about people disappearing, right? Back to their own worlds, supposedly? Yeah, like that. - and hears this voice claiming it did it. Then the hand thing." Dean mimes stabbing his own hand with an invisible instrument in the opposite for Sam's benefit, since he's glossing. He punctuates it by twitching both eyebrows slightly higher, apparently concluding his argument that this is their kind of thing, and then smiling broadly, reassuringly, back at Titus.
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He might be the one wandering all over the mansion with a torn up thigh, though. Maybe. Moving on - look, a demon!
Dean meets Sam's curious glance with raised eyebrows, they might even be described as part and parcel to a gloating expression if Dean weren't so lethally focused on this newest development. It's that side, the hunter side, that studies Titus for a moment before swapping to settle on his brother as Dean finds a seat for himself on his own bed.
"I found the kid here in the kitchen, trying to buzz himself awake on tea and nerves. Which, I might add -" Dean points a stern finger at Titus in passing, tagging a lighter tone in like the old hand he is at using humor to deflect serious situations. "- is going to keep you up all night pissing like a racehorse but not much else."
Back to Sam.
"Told me he was writing a letter to a friend of his that ain't in this world anymore - you've heard about people disappearing, right? Back to their own worlds, supposedly? Yeah, like that. - and hears this voice claiming it did it. Then the hand thing." Dean mimes stabbing his own hand with an invisible instrument in the opposite for Sam's benefit, since he's glossing. He punctuates it by twitching both eyebrows slightly higher, apparently concluding his argument that this is their kind of thing, and then smiling broadly, reassuringly, back at Titus.