Dean had that far-away look in his green eyes that he so often had after coming back from Hell. It had been triggered once again by Alastair, whom you had had the misfortune of running into while trying to hide Anna. Dean hadn't told you anything of Hell, and you didn't ask, but it worried you. He had recognised the demon, had said his name upon the smallest clue given to him, and he'd looked like a ghost ever since.

"Still hurt?"

You murmur, dabbing above his eyebrow with a cold cloth after you finish the stitches. He'd gotten beat to a pulp again.

"No."

Dean responds, too quick. You smile, putting away the first aid kit back into Sam's bag.

"I can go out for a little while."

You suggest, wanting to give him space if he needed it. Dean's eyes flash to yours, a little wild, a little scared, before fading back to normal.

"Uh…you don't have to."

He murmurs, looking at the floor. He looked so lost, sitting on the sink counter, his head bowed and his hands fidgeting with the holes in his jeans.

"I don't want you to-"

Dean swallows hard, huffing as if angry with himself.

"We can watch uh…Doctor Sexy?"