Dean started to step in and then came to a stop. He may have felt something, someone? was in the elevator; one became sensitive when one fought ghosts. His lips parted as he looked at the blue...talking...He looked from the blue fur to the woman at his side then back at the blue fur.
"What is.." He wasn't just seeing things, was he? He paused for a moment longer to step into the elevator completely; his hand was absently edging up to the gun that was usually always waiting for him to use. "Who?" He looked from blue fur to Dinah. Did she know what the hell was going on?
He wasn't pressed back against the wall, but he did stand to get room between himself and the blue fur. He wanted to know what or who he was looking at, very soon.