The stack of books on the table as Dean moved toward the voice that answered him had his brow arch. Because wow, that was a lot of books. Sammy size stack, or if they were hunting, research sized. Though if it were research for Dean, they wouldn't be fiction books. The variety of them had Dean curious too though. "Not literally drool, he wouldn't want to damage the books like that. Loves them too much."

His eyes flicker around some of the library a little before back to the man sitting on the table. There's really no questioning why he's on the table instead of in a chair, though with the way he's slightly hunched, Dean would actually suspect it has everything to do with the man's wanted posture to read his book. Also, not exactly the strangest thing Dean's seen in his life. "Looks like you're quite the reader too though." He pauses for just a moment before offering, "I'm Dean."