Dean continued quietly reading and listening to posts made on the unfamiliar forum, his face wrought with confusion. A few of the posts required a double-take, and though he was scanning for specific keywords, some things proved to be a distraction. "Twilight... Sparkle?" He mused to himself, staring almost dumbfounded at the screen. Were these really all the other people that mysteriously woke up in Motel Creepy?
All the people he was stuck here with.
"Old dude here and this blonde chick, they're both talking about weird dreams. Think they're connected?" As he spoke, his voice was noticeably calmer than before, likely affected by the sheer concentration it took to navigate through the nonsense, which was still taking up a majority of his attention.
At least, until he was called to order, this time following it without much complaint - besides the grunt it took to get off the floor and pocket his device. Retrieving the requested items, he was at Lisa's side in moments, trying not to cringe at the attention-grabbing gash on her leg, even though he'd just inspected it the night before. He insisted, after she was limping on it all day. But, this was a man used to fixing wounds with super glue and fishing wire. It wasn't infected, so it looked liveable to him.
Still, he remained at her side, ready to assist Emma if she needed it. Raising a brow at the idea of Lisa undressing, he glanced at her before turning ninety degrees the opposite way, hoping that would account for 'privacy'. "How long've you been having these dreams, Lis? Was this the first one?"