Dean narrowed his eyes at the 'wizard' across from him. Dean wasn't the sharing type with people he didn't trust or know. Aeon he did but that was different. This guy, was reading things in him that Dean wished to all hell he wouldn't.
"Not your problem, or is all that power making you deaf as well." He leaned forward again. "You can't help me." And as much as Dean didn't want to be dragged down, honestly he didn't think it was gonna be avoidable. Nothing in the books he had been looking in told him otherwise. No little inkling of hope.
"Besides, what makes you think you can? Cause you are a great grand wizard? Why don't you help someone with the cell minutes."