Dean wasn't feeling very coherent, in fact most of what he was feeling was the rawness of pain and fear. When he heard a noise he thought it was Seamus coming back upstairs and his heart lifted. But it didn't sound right. The figure in the doorway was too small, shadowed in the faint light from the bedroom window, far enough away from the fireworks that they didn't flash.
He lifted his head enough that she would know he'd heard her and he whimpered. "I-" he managed, before cutting off, shaking his head, unable to form the words. Then he nodded rapidly, begging silently for her to come closer. "'es," he managed. The sound tiny, bringing on another wave of sobbing.