"It's hardly OK," Dean snapped lightly, eying his brother with a slight frown. He could tell the boy wasn't being truthful. Still...
Shaking his head the lycanthrope ran his hand across a cut on his face, grimacing as his fingers brushed against the dried blood. Shit. That run in with Ikuto had not been good for him.
About to snap a reply, William paused and took a closer look at his brother. Mussed shirt, blood on his face, a slightly haunted look in his eyes..."Shit," he breathed, crossing the distance in only a few steps. "What happened?"
Will cupped Dean's face, looking into his brother's eyes to make sure that the elder told the truth. "He didn't find you did he?" he asked him, forgetting that Kristine was even there.
"I swear to god I'll kill that bastard. Point me at him and this time he'll be the one bleeding to death on the floor."
Dean just shook his head, pulling away. "I'm fine," he told his brother. "It wasn't him. Some thug jumped me, that's all." Still, the haunted look in his eyes didn't go away.
He turned to Kristine, smiling weakly at her as he lightly pushed his brother away. "Do you have a place to stay?" he asked her. "If not, why don't you stay with us? You're a lycanthrope aren't you? The more the better."
Without waiting for an answer he trudged down the hall, stopping only to say, "I'm going to sleep. Goodnight."