There's just something gnawing away at Dean. Something about this whole thing, and mostly focused on the actual human (hopefully) with that familiar face- He's not sure. He's been doing this all his life and there's still stuff that surprises him around every corner, but he feels a sense of belonging and home and it's got NOTHING to do with that face.

It's deeper and it's confusing the hell out of him.

"Heyheyhey, calm down," he said and grips the one on the bed by the shoulders. "It's okay. Just a little scratch. You'll heal. It was important, okay?"