[It's dismissive; trying to figure out how to explain that he doesn't mind trying it but doesn't think it'll work, but isn't even sure if there's anything to be worried about yet makes his head hurt, so he summarizes that way instead.]
Demons did it. Why not.
Disoriented how?
[Without the actual act of cleaning the wound to keep his attention, just holding gauze to it again to see if it slows down, Dean leans his head back against the wall behind him and locks his eyes on Stiles. He can't be anything but obvious in the way he looks over his warden, doesn't glance quickly or try to angle his head away to hide it, and right now he doesn't care. He's still waiting for the other shoe to drop. Too many people made it out of there too much in one piece, with only one casualty that he's heard about. Demons never play that kind of odds, so he takes the chance to see for himself that Stiles is more or less okay on a physical level.]
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[It's dismissive; trying to figure out how to explain that he doesn't mind trying it but doesn't think it'll work, but isn't even sure if there's anything to be worried about yet makes his head hurt, so he summarizes that way instead.]
Demons did it. Why not.
Disoriented how?
[Without the actual act of cleaning the wound to keep his attention, just holding gauze to it again to see if it slows down, Dean leans his head back against the wall behind him and locks his eyes on Stiles. He can't be anything but obvious in the way he looks over his warden, doesn't glance quickly or try to angle his head away to hide it, and right now he doesn't care. He's still waiting for the other shoe to drop. Too many people made it out of there too much in one piece, with only one casualty that he's heard about. Demons never play that kind of odds, so he takes the chance to see for himself that Stiles is more or less okay on a physical level.]