"Exorcious omnis te omnis en mundus—" Sam began.

Hyde walked to the fridge and grabbed a beer "What's Harry and the Henderson's saying?"

"He's speaking Latin." Dean answered, still a little confused of the situation. "It's not working Sam."

"Omnis satanica potenta... you think, Dean?"

"No, no keep going. It actually started to sound enchanting. Who says Latin is the dead language? Should be the language of love." He cracked open the beer and smirked before chugging "suck it, French."
When Hyde tipped his head back allowed Dean to notice his ears. Reverse Spock.

He aimed his gun at the man "why'd you kill Dan Carew?"

Hyde pointed a finger to signify the 'one second' symbol. After his drink was finished, he replied "I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know?" Sam asked. "Did you do it?"

"Oh yeah. Totally me. One hundred and ten percent." The boys looked at him "of course it wasn't me! Jesus! You think Daddy will allow me to kill people? He'd throw us both in the looney bin as soon as he woke up!"

Sam recapped, "Wait, so you didn't kill him?"

Hyde scoffed, "No! I never even knew the guy that Dave Crews."

"Dan Carew. He was a politician. Wanted to tear down the Klein and Utterson corporation..." Dean baited but to no avail.

Hyde gazed at them, confused.

"Where you work..." The older Winchester finished.

"Nope sorry not me. Work? That sounds sooo boring. Must be Daddy. He works at a place called Klein and Utterson? Sounds like a funeral parlour." Hyde chuckled.

"Yeah, speaking of funerals, the 'he's a demon' theory is pretty dead, right?" Dean whispered to Sam.

"There is one other thing. Hey, demon!"

Hyde looks to Sam

"Christo."

Hyde nodded, "Gesundheit"

"Dean. A word."

They huddled in the corner of the room.

Sam confirmed. "So, he's not a demon."

"Still doesn't mean he's not lying to us about killing Carew." Dean raised a good point.

"Fine. But what is he? We told that Jackman guy that he was in good hands. You told him twice."

"What harm can that guy do? He's just… relaxing. We can tell Tom that he's not possessed." Dean shrugged.

"But if he's not possessed, if this dude isn't a demon, what is he?"

"Does that matter? We crossed demon off the list. Hell, he could just be a split personality. People have those, right?" The elder brother argued.

"Yeah. But Dean, multiple personalities don't change how someone looks. Isn't this guy taller than Jackman?" Sam asked.

"Might just be a trick of the eyesight, do you really remember how tall Tom was?"

"Reverse Spock ears, Dean!"

"Maybe… Tom had them? Did we notice his ears when we talked? I don't remember."

Sam looked at his brother in disbelief. "Dean, he has more hair explain that?"

"A good... toupee?" Dean smiled, knowing his bro had him by his ankles.

"Oooo! You two are bickering like an old married couple. Who's the wife and who's the husband? Or are you two both the wife?" Hyde teased.

"Is he a shifter, maybe?" Sam suggested.

"Do we have any silver?"

"Yeah, we got some in the rental car."

Dean threw the keys to Sam "have fun."

Sam grabbed the keys and left the two alone.

"Want one?" Hyde asked offering a beer.

"I'll grab my own, thanks." He walked to the fridge.

"Why? Think I've poisoned it? Put cyanide in the drink? Ooh better yet, iocane powder? That way I can live out my lifelong dream of re-enacting that iconic scene from Princess Bride? I'd be Wesley—"

"You talk a lot." Dean grumbled, popping off his beer lid.

"Most 'demons' do, right?"

Dean admitted. "You're not a demon."

"That's good why are you still here?"

"Because we need to figure out what you are. What do we call you?"

"Don't have a name." Hyde shrugged.

"What about Tom?"

"That's Daddy's name."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Course. What about a temp name?"

"I dunno."

"You said you wanted to be Wesley, right?"

"That was a bit."

"I don't care."

"Could I be a Wesley? Do I look it?" Hyde smiled.

"It doesn't matter, it's just something to call you."

"Fine. I don't think it sticks though. Not gonna keep it I don't think."

"It's just temporary." Dean shook his head, already annoyed with his behavior.

"I have a question for you if you don't mind. Who are you two? You're brothers I know that."

Dean looked the man in the eyes. "How do you know that?"

"You two smell the same." Hyde inhaled sharply "he's not here but I've still got his trail. It's the same scent. Comes across with families. Father/daughter. Mother/son. Brothers."

"Heightened senses?"

"More than that." Hyde smiled.

"Do you know your limits?"

"No I don't think—"

Just then Deans cell phone went off.

Hyde pouted. "Well that was rude. I was talking."

"It's Sam." Dean picked up the phone. "yeah?"

"Dean. I'm calling you to tell you I'm safe."

"Sam what's wrong?"

"I was taken while heading to the car. Blindfolded, the whole nine. I'm in this room. White. No way in or out. They took my cell."

"They took your cell? How're you?"

Sam's voice sounded sarcastic. "I have a backup Dean, I'm not an idiot."

"Do you have any indication to where you are?"

"No. The room is just white. No doors or windows. I'm locked in."

"Okay well stay calm. We'll come get you." Deans elder brother instincts kicked in.

"Dean I don't even know where I am. I might as well be in funkytown." Sam chuckled awkwardly.

"Damn it. Sam is someone coming?"

No answer.

"Sam!"

Again, silence.