(might wanna do R, Dean has a bit of a mouth on him)
Dean slowly made his way towards the carnival, rubbing his eyes with his palm looking less like a tough demon hunter and more like a five year old. He knew this was obviously a bad place, that they had been brought here against their will apperantly for some type of experiment but come on, no coffee? That's just inhuman. And he had discovered to nobody's surprise that sleeping on a pile of books sucked ass.
He pulled his worn out brown leather jacket tighter around his body, more as a form a of comfort than a reaction to the temprature. He scanned the area for....what was his name? Tanto? Whatever, he was pretty sure the dude would have an accent, there seemed to be a lot of those floating around but hopefully he was easier to understand than twinkle-toes Gambit.
Finally spotting the man he was supposed to meet (unless there were lots of guys wandering the area in rumpled suits) he couldn't help but size the guy up. He was kind of small, looked about mid twenties, and Dean assumed he probably wasn't much use in a fight....maybe he should have waited for Sam. Still, he had been wrong before about underestimating a person's fighting skills and it had gotten him his ass handed to him on more than one occasion so he figured he'd keep his mouth shut.
He made his way up to the guy and forced a friendly smile on his face. He could be nice...he just usually didn't like to. Dean held out his hand cautiously but the smile remained on his face, "Dean Winchester, you the guy I'm supposed to meet?"