[Normally, Dean is quick to jump on the vocal option; he's fully capable of bantering his way around to whatever piece of information he wants, quick to deflect verbal attacks on him, steer the situation how he wants it.
Now, though, he just waits Shane out. He already knows the answer, it's right here in his hands; he's been dealing with the impossible back home too long, been right too often to doubt his own conclusions now just because someone tells him he's wrong. He believes his own eyes, ears, hands, and logic.
And sure enough, Shane works himself around from outright denial to justification right there under Dean's steady gaze.
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Now, though, he just waits Shane out. He already knows the answer, it's right here in his hands; he's been dealing with the impossible back home too long, been right too often to doubt his own conclusions now just because someone tells him he's wrong. He believes his own eyes, ears, hands, and logic.
And sure enough, Shane works himself around from outright denial to justification right there under Dean's steady gaze.
The hunter holds out the file wordlessly.]