"He's Italic? What does that mean?"
Sam was wincing and pinching the bridge of his nose.
Dean watched him for a moment. "Sam?" he asked hesitantly.
"Non sum Sam."
The computer stirred to life at the sound of Latin.
It pinged. "I am not Sam," it said in it's mechanical voice.
Dean sighed.
"Okay, look, Davidus, why can't you just leave Sam?"
Davidus looked at the laptop.
It repeated the message.
Davidus sighed. "Non relinquam. Si autem facio: et mea non vult mori deplete una parte effectus potest illata fratre. Proximus eram, cum irem in eo."
Dean blinked. "I can't leave. If I did, I would die, along with side affects inflicted on your brother. I was nearly dead when I went inside him."
Dean's gaze hardened. "What do you mean, side effects?"
Davidus swallowed hard at Dean's tone, and his eyes widened even more when the laptop translated.
"Nescio. Relictis corpus molesti non communiter, sed et propter nos, quia recte factum esse."
"I don't know. Leaving his body in general will cause no harm to him but it must be done correctly, for both our sakes."
Dean bit back a retort.
"And what would that way be?"
Davidus opened his mouth to speak after he heard, but there was a crash and a man burst through the door.
"Davidus," he sneered. Davidus swallowed.
Dean moved to put himself between the two, but Davidus put his hand up, stopping him. Both of the men walked until they were about three feet from each other.
The man wasn't as tall as Davidus, but he was fit. Davidus thanked the gods Sam was too.
"Video superfuit," the man said, looking Davidus up and down.
"Ego plus quam cogitare de Cecilius."
The computer pinged.
"I see you have survived."
Ping.
"I'm made of more than you think Cecilius."
Dean frowned. Cecelius grabbed the laptop and tossed it across the room. Sam wasn't gonna be happy about that.
"Quae petitio tua?" Davidus asked in a low voice, obviously not friendly.
"Uos ego cum audissem, gratam tibi persolvit Cras rhoncus ipsum," Celicius said.
"Quaestionem nobis nescio. Sed quaeso, simul possumus?" Davidus pleaded.
"Vis dare operam est? Fine. Ego autem dico vobis, nisi vobis loquar aut spectare oportet," Cecilius spat.
Davidus looked hurt then, posture stiff. He nodded mutely and Cecilus walked to the corner of the room, smoldering in silence.
Dean retrieved the laptop, which was still working.
He opened it. "Davidus, who is he?"
Davidus waited for the computer to speak, even though he guessed what the question would be.
"Et frater meus," Davidus murmured.
Dean heard the sadness in those three words.
The computer pinged.
"He's my brother."
