Dean felt oddly calm. He put his gun away. He looked at Jo, who didn't look upset (which was good, because he was beginning to care about what others might think of what he'd just done). Jo was just holding Mary.
In another second, he was by their sides.
"Cas?" He arched an eyebrow at his wounded daughter. "You can talk to Cas if you can do it while we get you patched up. Otherwise fixing you up is the first priority." He looked her over from head to foot. "Anything broken?"
She'd know. If he'd raised her the way his dad raised him and Sam, she would know.
And who was this kid glaring at him? Dean furrowed his eyebrows at him, briefly, and turned his attention back to his family. He put his hand on Jo's shoulder, just so she would know he was there.