[For the Winchester Brothers] Not Doing a Lunatic Dance Yet...

[77th_earl]

Continued from 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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Sounds good to me!

[surfaceshine]

"Family business." Dean smiles, a bit tight, but Titus would probably have to know him better than he does to notice it very easily. The elder Winchester has been false-facing 90% of the time for years, and he does so now as he begins to walk - first stiffly, and then more smoothly as his muscles loosen back up - towards the door. "C'mon, he's probably in our room, or the library. We'll see what we can do once we're all in the same room."

Dean will take Titus straight up to the room he shares with his brother, and only because he has someone with him does the hunter bother to knock on the door a splitsecond before he opens it.

"Sam? You home?" It's not his joking voice, not the high-pitched yoo hoo! tone he would've used just to rankle Sam a bit. Instead, there's a little bit of an edge to his speech that will probably advertise that he thinks he's hot on the trail of something important to anyone who knows him as well as Sam does.

Word up!

[precognitioning]

Sam is indeed in the room, though he was about to go for a run (okay, try to, he's still...pretty torn up) to try to digest some of his own ramblings - fruitless, as usual, even after the 'gods' hint he got from Shadow that was probably no more than a guess. He hears the edge, though, and has snapped around and is alert and at the door a moment later.

"Yeah, right here. Find something?"

Listening, definitely listening. Because after that...whatever the hell it was...the wolves, everything, Sam could use something like a lead.

Re: Word up!

[77th_earl]

It's likely Sam's height that startles Titus a bit: Sam easily overtops even the tall and beanpole-like Mister Flay, and so he quails back from the door a bit, hiding behind Dean, but looking up at Sam curiously.

"I hope we did not interrupt anything," he says, trying to maintain some vague semblance of politeness.

[surfaceshine]

Okay, lead or not, that shit needs addressed. Dean is drawn up short when he sees Sam's running gear about to be put to use, features clouding for just a moment.

"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