"I dunno, Dean, this room seems like the kinda place that'll go straight to hell as soon as one of the Demons shows up or a bunch'a ghosts start wreaking havoc."
"Look, man, if this were anything like The Conjuring, the Demons would've done something already. At least there isn't an Annabelle doll here."
Dean and Todd had found a very odd room indeed. The room was full of a huge number of toys, some for children obviously enough, others seemed to be more adult oriented, requiring complicated construction, painting and other such labors in order to get them in order. Todd was adamant about simply finding another room, thinking this one would go to hell in a handbasket as soon as demons showed up. Whereas Dean was perfectly happy with it and in fact wanted to look at some of the toys in more detail.
Todd looked around, deciding that since he and Dean were exploring this wing, he couldn't well just leave Dean and go off by himself. That was a recipe for disaster in any horror movie. And he was not about to be the idiot who suggested splitting up. If they were gonna end up encountering anything spooky, they were gonna encounter it together.
"Hey Todd, you feeling anything off about this room? Odd chills or anything?" Dean asked as he sorted through piles of toys, wondering who might have lived in this place. Maybe some sort of mad toy collector or something.
"...Kiiiinda getting a bad vibe from it. Crazy collector, not exactly stable...YIKES!!" He jumped suddenly when he thought he heard something from just outside the room, like someone was trying to be stealthy and failed just enough to let the two hear him scampering away. Dean ran to the door and looked outside, swearing he saw something in odd old fashioned clothes bending and swaying in the course of running. But then it became part of the shadows of the hallway, leaving him unsure of what exactly he saw.
"Can't say I saw much of it..." Dean said as he went back inside, continuing to look around. "Maybe it was some kinda ghost or something. Or maybe some deranged hobo or something's been living it up in here and is gettin' spooked by us rummaging around in here."
Todd sighed and just shook his head, "Figures it'd be just a hobo...damn, I was hoping we could catch something unusual on the equipment and tell this as a scary story..." He looked back at the door, and waited a minute.
Dean answered, "...Uh huh...yeah..."
Todd continued, "Wonder what that hobo's doing slinking around like this though. Maybe he thinks we're in here to mess with him. I mean, not many people out there are exactly kind to the homeless."
It took Dean a bit more time to respond this time, and Todd swore he heard something buzzing, "...Mmm...mm...hmm, dude..."
"What are you even---" Todd started and turned to look at Dean, only to sigh and shake his head. He swore, he would expect this kind of almost typically horror movie oversaturated sexuality from Aaron or Mike, not from Dean. "...Dude. DUDE. Seriously?"
He saw Dean with his pants down, his well built legs and ass on display, pressing what looked like a vibrating phallic shaped toy to his erect manhood. Dean was visibly swaying as he enjoyed the feeling of the toy against him. He looked at Todd with a heady expression, brow heavy with sweat, "...Dude...you'd get it if you felt how good this was. I just picked it up and...mmm...it gave me crazy good feeling, even in my hand."
Todd shook his head, "Just...just put it down...put it away. I didn't think there'd be something like that in a room like this."
Dean sighed and decided he couldn't well take care of this when Todd was making a fuss about it. He put the toy down and and put his pants and boxers back up, a bulge still visible in the front. "...I'm not gonna forget makin' me blueball myself, dude. Not cool."
Todd just sighed and kept looking around.