[In his rush to get to Lydia, he nearly knocks Dean over, stopping just in time and blinking a couple of times at his sudden appearance. He shakes his head at the question, not focusing on how it's asked -- snappy and annoyed sounding. He doesn't know how to explain to Dean that he's just following his instincts, that rationally there should be no good reason for him to have any clue where Lydia is in this tower, but he knows somehow. She's downstairs, and he doesn't stop to try and explain it, just moves on, taking them two at a time.
The scream had been intense, more like the mirror version of Lydia than the one that he knows so well and loves so much.
Something is terribly wrong, and he's hoping it's just this place and not because she's in trouble or because someone's just died.]
She's down this way. [There's no doubt in his tone. He's that confident they'll find her.]
Spam -- Mezzanine?
The scream had been intense, more like the mirror version of Lydia than the one that he knows so well and loves so much.
Something is terribly wrong, and he's hoping it's just this place and not because she's in trouble or because someone's just died.]
She's down this way. [There's no doubt in his tone. He's that confident they'll find her.]