[The key to staying ahead of the game when waging one's own war against all comers is mobility; there's always more to fill in the space left behind whatever was just put down, and the only way to stay on top is to keep up the element of surprise, however that is accomplished. Sometimes it's only just keeping them guessing at where you are.
So he doesn't linger when he's cleared out the succubi in the guest chambers, or at least those present at the same time as he was; he moves back into the corridor at a long-legged jog, slows down to a walk as he presses forward into the other rooms on the floor. He's attracted by the voices, first, and the sound of movement as he slips through the doors into the opera hall.
He doesn't catch much, but he recognizes hospitals at a glance, is about to dismiss it entirely when he doesn't recognize either of the women, but then there's Stiles and he pauses. There's Stiles, and he looks ill and angry, and Dean is just about to call out to him when Lydia screams.
He's already at the door, and doesn't even think before he's ducking back out. By the time he remembers that there's not really any way to tell how close she is - she always sounds like she's right in his ear when she does this - he's doubling back and almost collides with Stiles in the stairwell.]
Have you seen her yet? [He snaps, even as he's already stepping back to let Stiles through the door ahead of him down towards the lower levels.]
Spam -- Mezzanine?
So he doesn't linger when he's cleared out the succubi in the guest chambers, or at least those present at the same time as he was; he moves back into the corridor at a long-legged jog, slows down to a walk as he presses forward into the other rooms on the floor. He's attracted by the voices, first, and the sound of movement as he slips through the doors into the opera hall.
He doesn't catch much, but he recognizes hospitals at a glance, is about to dismiss it entirely when he doesn't recognize either of the women, but then there's Stiles and he pauses. There's Stiles, and he looks ill and angry, and Dean is just about to call out to him when Lydia screams.
He's already at the door, and doesn't even think before he's ducking back out. By the time he remembers that there's not really any way to tell how close she is - she always sounds like she's right in his ear when she does this - he's doubling back and almost collides with Stiles in the stairwell.]
Have you seen her yet? [He snaps, even as he's already stepping back to let Stiles through the door ahead of him down towards the lower levels.]