[Something in Dean's normally lively hazelgreen eyes shutters, and a muscle in his jaw jumps.]
It's the flood. [He doesn't want to say it, but it's true enough: there is a flood, and it is making people do things they wouldn't normally do. He's still not happy about it.]
No one's shown any damage yet. It's okay. It's gonna be fine.
[The hunter's breath is hitching by the time he hits the stairs, but he pelts down them anyway, moving down three levels to seven.]
[Private + Dean]
It's the flood. [He doesn't want to say it, but it's true enough: there is a flood, and it is making people do things they wouldn't normally do. He's still not happy about it.]
No one's shown any damage yet. It's okay. It's gonna be fine.
[The hunter's breath is hitching by the time he hits the stairs, but he pelts down them anyway, moving down three levels to seven.]