So. What? It was his turn now? He had to just barrel inside the guys place, guns blaizing, and demanding answers? Hey. He was the good cop here.
Yeah. Right. Dean just sort of wanted to shake this guy until he gave them some fucking satisfactory answers and they could go on their merry way. He glanced at Sam and his gaze clearly said that he didn't have time for this. When a thought clicked into his brain.
And people said that Sam was the smart brother.
Clearly they hadn't been around the past year all of their lives. He had lucked out with the looks, the brains, and the style. Sam just had the height. Which in Dean's opinion he could keep to his Sasquatchy self.
A sort of smug smile curved on Dean's face and he said, "I think you're going to let us come in. You wanna know why?" Dean didn't wait for him to answer. "Because I'd bet ..." Well he had nothing to bet. "that you already wrote some where that you were going to let us in." Okay. He didn't know that. But it was a guess. Hell the guy had down his SEX life and all that other stuff. His eating habits. When he took a shuffle to the left. He had to have somewhere the fact that two of his characters were going to be banging on his door.
Right?
Right?
Okay. Maybe not the smartest of plans but short of shoving the guy out the way and Sam looking like he was about to give the guy frickin' detention or a notice on his house or something, it was all Dean had at the moment.