"Well. It's possible," replies Dean, reasonably, though he doesn't sound convinced. His lips purse, tilting his head thoughtfully as he considers Titus, then glances over at Sam.
"Dunno. This whole place is whacked out. Couldn't hurt, though - usually hurts more when we don't assume the worst." Dean shrugs, returning his attention to Titus.
"No offense, 'cause I might be the crazy one, but you don't seem torn up enough about the whole thing to fall off the gourd. Okay, writing letters to people who ain't here? Little weird, but I'd expect more clothes-rending an' hair-ripping if you were all that bad off." He tilts his head the other way, tries to sound less brisk. "It's possible this ain't what we're used to dealing with, but you ain't crazy just because you're thinking someone talked to you and then moved your hand. We've seen it before. It happens, sometimes."
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"Dunno. This whole place is whacked out. Couldn't hurt, though - usually hurts more when we don't assume the worst." Dean shrugs, returning his attention to Titus.
"No offense, 'cause I might be the crazy one, but you don't seem torn up enough about the whole thing to fall off the gourd. Okay, writing letters to people who ain't here? Little weird, but I'd expect more clothes-rending an' hair-ripping if you were all that bad off." He tilts his head the other way, tries to sound less brisk. "It's possible this ain't what we're used to dealing with, but you ain't crazy just because you're thinking someone talked to you and then moved your hand. We've seen it before. It happens, sometimes."