Dean closed his eyes when Aurora moved his hair back. He already had signs of bruising and a small gash across the top of his forehead, and was still a little confused and dizzy--which was why he hadn't bothered trying to get up. "Aurora," he opened his eyes again, trying to focus on each woman, "Sally and Carol." Well, at least his short term memory was still intact. Or that was what he tried to tell himself, anyway. He'd suffered a head injury or two in his time. "I'm not sure I'd trust myself to get up even if I wanted to," he admitted to Carol. Still, he straightened his posture, trying to assess for himself whether he had any other injuries. He groaned and clutched a hand to his ribs. "Ow."