➫ DEAN was on high alert. Every fiber of his being was telling him to go for the gun at his back, unload it on this creature and be done with it. There had been a time in his life where he might have done just that, made up some excuse to Sam, slept like death that same night, and never thought about her again. However, like the all-knowing smart ass he was, Dean's brother had already made him promise to talk to Rachie, the leviathan, before making any "rash" decisions. They hated the leviathans, face changing, not-purple people eaters - he feels his muscles tense. He hates being near one, it actually made his skin crawl, but he forces green eyes over to the woman.
Dean had been keeping a table and some chairs between them, at least she wouldn't get the jump on him. Originally, he would be waiting for Sam to enter and talk to her, but his nerves felt like tightened violin strings with this awkward silence. "So... Rachie," he says her name like it doesn't quite fit right in his mouth, "You expect me to believe this bullshit about you not being on Dick's team? You eat people, you're a monster, so I don't buy it for a second. I don't wanna know what kinda story you peddled to Sam, but I don't trust you."