[Dean in any form doesn't trust very lightly, not easily; being reckless and being trusting are two separate entities entirely. Luckily, Stiles has just enough of it that Dean can make a go of it, that he believes him when he says he'd say no.
There are worse options. The hunter pauses to glance around as surreptitiously as possible, making sure his brother is still occupied in the cab, not looking at him or within hearing distance.
His expression is absolutely serious, the dark hazelgreen of his eyes even darker when he looks back. He tries to match his tone from before, but there's an inherent, utter importance to this need to know that he can't even hear, let alone hide.]
Private
There are worse options. The hunter pauses to glance around as surreptitiously as possible, making sure his brother is still occupied in the cab, not looking at him or within hearing distance.
His expression is absolutely serious, the dark hazelgreen of his eyes even darker when he looks back. He tries to match his tone from before, but there's an inherent, utter importance to this need to know that he can't even hear, let alone hide.]
What happened to his Sam?