Talking to the puppy had helped Dean's mental state a little, so had the hug from Jean. But he was still on edge, would be until this damned scenario was over. He still had hope that Sam was alive somewhere, just as the murdered specimens had been during the Blitz scenario. So far the hunter had refused to use past tense when talking about his brother, and would continue to do so until he saw a body.
He'd witnessed Gretel's destructive streak, and while he realized it would be cathartic, he also knew that she'd likely hurt herself, but before he could intervene, someone else did. For the remainder of the night, he kept an eye on the two women, while carefully keeping his alcohol level up with lots of the coffee cocktails.
Now though he was doing what he did best, avoiding his own feelings by looking out for someone else. A couple of face cloths from his bathroom were sacrificed for the cause as he cleaned up Gretel's bloody knuckles and elbows. One torn to strips to act as makeshift bandages, tied into place with a care he never showed himself when he was wounded.