"I'm fine!" Dean snapped at everyone in general, always a tad grumpy when he lost a lot of blood. But regardless he couldn't pull out of Sam's grip. So he was lead to the couch and sat. Relieved he had help to take care of Cassie at least. "Wait... did you say a couple weeks?! I was going nuts trying to figure out how to bring you back!" Dean finally registered what Sam had said and attempted to get to his feet again. However his body simply refused to use that much energy, but he had been frantic when Sam had gone to hell and had spent months searching for a way to bring him home.