Dean couldn't help but raise his brows and nod, wondering how he could've ever thought otherwise. Why would anybody be here if they knew the way out?
"Your brother?" He responded immediately, obviously taking an interest in that one word, though he didn't say why. Instead, his mind riddled itself with her question, counting a few days that had seemed like a millennia. "Uh, about a week, I guess. Maybe... two?" Yes, he had officially lost track already.
Sighing, he shook his head a little, not even wanting to bring up what he'd been through since he'd gotten dumped there, and he could only assume she felt the same. "I've mostly been hitting the library, trying to read up on this place. Trying to get out. Obviously haven't found much so far..." His thought halted as he perked up with a new one, his eyes narrowing in on hers. "Your brother, his name isn't Hansel, is it?" Considering his tone, he may have been joking, but even he couldn't tell the difference anymore.