"I don't have new visitors, bud. I'm just visiting myself." Dean refused to claim this place as his home, and he'd been considering moving. He just wasn't ready to have that talk with some people. Not yet anyway. He could handle the weird murderer much better than the woman with secrets; the hunter didn't try to think too hard about what that meant.
"Heading that way." He guessed that the woman knew they were coming, and he would bet that she was more than ready to meet Doc Crazyhat, if he wasn't already someone who lived here. He kept waiting for one of this world's inhabitants to go crazy and pretend to be someone who is 'chosen.' It wouldn't be that hard, would it?
"And people think I've got crazy fantasies." He rolled his eyes, shaking his head. This guy was definitely a few bubbles off.
He led the way to where he was certain some of Belly's men or women were waiting to take the strange bow tie fez man somewhere that was very much else.
"Now, you wait here." He said slowly, almost concerned the man might follow him. "They'll come get you soon." He started to step away, and with a deep breath and hope, he turned and quickly walked off. If the man was really local, then he hoped they'd find him help. If the man wasn't, Dean hoped he wasn't a danger to anyone, including the man himself. The hunter had other things to worry about...for now.