"True," Sam allows, chewing on the inside of his lip. "Huh. So probably not your classic demon, right?" He says to Dean, before looking back at Titus. "Personally? No, I don't think you're insane. Can you think of anything else about what happened, though? Maybe-" He glances over at Dean, not quite nervously. "Maybe tell me what happened, from the beginning. Just so I can hear it from the horse's mouth."

Not that he doesn't think you're good at this or something! No! Not going that direction!

(He may be a little obscurely paranoid in the Dean direction at the moment.)