Dean's been given the talk. Nothing lives in the forest. Nothing makes noise. It's not a good sign when there's no wildlife. It lends itself to the idea that they aren't actually anywhere.

If Dean were to guess, Mathias fucked with them. That, and, Dean is good at what he does. He needs to sneak up on someone, he will. This isn't a need, though. This is sticking his nose in Raylan's business.

"Not looking to," he admits. He's not one to talk about any time he's thought dying would be easier on everyone, or would be the solution. That's not what's happening here. "Yesterday afternoon. He woke up in the snow in front of Town Hall. Looked like a lost giraffe." He smirks as he explains. He has a lot of love for his brother. He's excited for everyone to meet his perpetually exasperated, taller, younger brother.