Dean jumped as Timothy introduced himself, and instinctively pointed the pistol at him and pulled the trigger. He would've shot Timothy right in the chest if the safety on the gun wasn't on. Dean began walking backwards, realizing he had almost killed a man, and began pointing the gun back and forth between Emma and Timothy. Of course Emma didn't seem to be too much of a threat but Timothy looked much more capable and deadly. It was a huge coincidence to encounter two people in one day, within minutes even. Dean felt like he was dreaming but he knew he wasn't. His mind was racing and he tried his best to think rationally. How likely was it the two were working together? Timothy seemed friendly enough but he was calm, and so was Emma. They were acting the same, so it could be a plan to gain his trust and take him out the minute they entered the house. Dean's stomach twisted as he realized maybe the two weren't acting the same, and maybe Dean was just going crazy. They both looked so friendly and calm. Deans hands shaked as he aimed the gun at Timothy.

 [b]"How long have you been there?! What do you want with me?!"[/b] He shouted.