"Yeah? Well I think you look great hun." Dean tried to give Cassie one of his infamous smirks but winced a little instead. "I'm fine. Nothing a drink and a little sleep wouldn't fix." Dean said gruffly, not wanting her to worry or George to hear and take them to the hospital. Dean HATED hospitals. "Sammy?" Dean frowned as he got out of the help. Leaning a little more on Castiel when he helped him out of the car. In the light of day Dean felt much worse, but he took Cassie's hand and then walked toward the house. He snagged Sam by the arm on his way. "I have information for you." Dean gave the lame excuse as he dragged Brother and girlfriend into the house. Once behind closed door he turned and just stared at Sam for a moment before pulling him into a hug. "Sammy..."