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Here Titus tilts his head a bit and rises as Dean stands up. "Your brother knows much about this matter of trouble? He would not think me mad once I described to him these frightening circumstances?" he asks. Considering the kind of hereditary madness that seems to run through the Groan line, it's likely something he's concerned
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"Dude, are you stupid?" No, wait, not the time for a fight; and besides, if Dean can distract Sam with talking to Titus, the nimwit can't go A.) Aggravating his injuries by taking a page from Dean's book of physical therapy and B.) right back where the problem started to begin with and C.) Giving Dean another heart attack or three. The hunter flaps a hand, forcibly taking that baby step back from Asshole Mode to Professional Mode again, hoping Sam will let him dismiss it; they can discuss why Sam's running shoes are in the toilet later, after Dean has had a chance to try to flush them.
"Never mind. This is... huh." Dean glances over his shoulder to motion Titus in and doesn't see him at first, not until he twists to look and finds the smaller man... could that be considered cowering? Dean steps to the side and raises both eyebrows at him. "I actually didn't get your name, but c'mon in. This is my brother Sam, and I'm Dean, and I think we can all help each other. Pop a squat on the bed there, if you want - or there's a chair there."
Titus has probably never seen a cheap but comfortable modern American hotel room with two queen-sized beds; he can get an eyeful now, though.
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And meta!Sam is hiding his running shoes thank you, there are not many possessions here and he'd like to keep those. Meanwhile, though, Sam lets it slide with one okay, what was that look, like a clueless idiot, and steps back. "Nah, you're fine," he says to Titus. Sam goes back - gingerly, okay - and sits back down on the bed, giving Dean a curious expression out of the corner of his eye.
"Okay, so. What's this about?"
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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.
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Sam puts his elbows on his knees, carefully, after waving a hand at Dean in an 'okay, okay, so you win' sort of gestures. "Yeah, that'd be the kind of thing we could help with," he says, after listening to the description with a raised eyebrow. "Though - are we taking that claim at face value?" That to Dean, before to Titus, "Did anything else happen during this whole thing? Lights, smells, noises...anything might be important."
Already starting ticking on this. Yep.
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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."
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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.)
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"I had paused, wondering how this could have happened, how she could have vanished, and I tried to take comfort in the thought that perhaps she had merely found her way home to her own world. But then a voice spoke out of the darkness of the room, an unpleasant voice, which claimed that it had taken her. I challenged the voice, telling it to unhand her. It mocked me and I gave it an angry retort: instead it laughed at me, and that is when my hand moved as if pulled by invisible strings which another controlled. My hand opened a drawer of the desk and drew out a paper knife, which it started to stab toward my free hand. But somehow, by an act of the will, I forced my hand to obey me and I dropped the paper knife.
"After that, I could not bear to be solitary any longer, nor could I bear to sleep in case I should dream something horrible, and so I descended to the kitchen where your companion discovered me."
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He's glad of the extra details, too, and when Titus finishes up, Dean not only corrects casually - "Brother." - because if that doesn't get out there, people tend to think the wrong things; but he also cocks his head slightly to one side and seeks clarification. "The voice came from somewhere in the room? Like, you heard someone speaking to you?" Beat. "Not inside your head?"
He'd glanced doubtfully to Sam at an act of will - there were only two people Dean had ever met that had been able to overpower being possessed by a demon by sheer act of will, and it had taken far more incentive than stabbing themselves in the hand with a letter opener to do it.
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(In his own head, Sam is just observing that he is no longer assuming that 'de Bergerac' is the historical one, and that this is probably a bad sign.)
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He looks from one to the other, concerned, even worried, hoping that this makes sense to the both of them and that he isn't confusing them, or weakening his case for his sanity.
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"And you're sure you didn't smell anything? Nothing like rotten eggs, or... like... you know how everything smells after a bad storm? Nothing like that, not even a little? Take a second and think about it." He glances at Sam, giving the slightest shrug; he doesn't know.
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Sam watches Titus with one eye, and mouths at Dean, Some kind of spirit manifestation? Vague, but it could be somewhere to start. Maybe.
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"How long you been in that room?" If he hasn't been there long it might be a thing with the room; if he's been there quite some time, that's not as likely.
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