>"Right now, really fucking confused. Listen, could you maybe not point that gun at me? It makes this whole thing a lot more hostile, and I don't think either one of us really wants that, do we?"
Was it that annoying when he got all smirky? Dean frowned, distractedly trying to decide. Nah, couldn’t have been. When he did it, it was awesome. He didn’t make any more to put the gun down - and why the hell should he, after all? - just arched an eyebrow, as if to say maybe that’s exactly what I want.
>“Look, I don't know what you were trying to prove by throwing the name of Christ at me, but if you were expecting me to get twitchy about it, you should know that I'm not a demon or a vampire."
...okay, so most people didn’t associate Christo with... well, anything at all, really. Most of the times he’d said it to civilians who didn’t turn out to be demonic sons-of-bitches they’d just asked him to repeat himself, or something... or thought he was sneezing. So, that was different. Could make him a hunter, sure, except he was pretty sure he was the only hunter out there with his face. At least, in this world. But, vampire? In his experience, vampires didn’t give a crap what words you said, the damn things only listened to machetes to the neck. Which meant if this guy was a hunter, he was definitely from another world.
>"So c'mon. Just put it down for a second and we can talk, and if you don't like what I say you can always just lift it and pop me in the head if you want."
“How ‘bout you drop the giant friggin’ fork first,” he responded, suspicion easing a little - this was probably just another case of Lawrence being a bitch and throwing another person with his face in his direction - but not completely, because even if this was just the seal dragging people here, who knew who this guy was? He was carrying a trident and had a giant pentagram on him, for crying out loud; it wasn’t like he looked super harmless.
And even if he wasn’t a vampire or a demon, if he wasn’t from another world he could still be a shifter. A weirdass shifter with issues who liked to give his new form piercings and cover himself in giant unholy symbols and carry around uncommon weapons, but...
...well when he put it like that it sounded totally laughable, actually. But it wouldn’t hurt to check, anyway.
Dean reached in his pocket with his free hand and pulled out the silver pocket-knife he kept there, leaving it folded (yeah, no way was he sending this guy an easily-accessible blade; he’d shoot before the guy could get it open, if he was lucky) and holding it up, "And I'm gonna need you to touch this, first. Don’t try anything stupid, y’hear?” He tossed the knife, expecting the other male to catch it.