[This Dean mutters more or less to himself, because Stiles kind of answered the question anyway. The hunter pulls himself to his feet, swaying slightly in the awkward position the space leaves him in once upright, and swings down the ladder with functional if not perfect ease. He stays where he is, holding onto the last rung of the ladder though, when both feet are back on the ground floor. He doesn't look much better down here, and he's definitely paler than usual, darker smudges under his eyes, though he's still on his feet.
He's looking at Stiles again, still warily, with the kind of consideration someone with a machete in their hand might regard a snake while trying to discern whether or not it's poisonous. This does not, in fact, have anything to do with the question he's been asked.]
The bitey asshole that brings entire crowds of people down to deal with him?
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[This Dean mutters more or less to himself, because Stiles kind of answered the question anyway. The hunter pulls himself to his feet, swaying slightly in the awkward position the space leaves him in once upright, and swings down the ladder with functional if not perfect ease. He stays where he is, holding onto the last rung of the ladder though, when both feet are back on the ground floor. He doesn't look much better down here, and he's definitely paler than usual, darker smudges under his eyes, though he's still on his feet.
He's looking at Stiles again, still warily, with the kind of consideration someone with a machete in their hand might regard a snake while trying to discern whether or not it's poisonous. This does not, in fact, have anything to do with the question he's been asked.]
The bitey asshole that brings entire crowds of people down to deal with him?
What'd you think I should know?