"What about you?" Okay, so maybe after all this time, he did care a little bit. For now, though, he wasn't going to think about that. He just didn't want her ripped up by hellhounds.
Skidding around a corner, Dean breathed out as he saw a fire escape at the end of the hall and kept running for it. Slamming the bar down to get himself out, he closed it behind himself, half tempted to salt it, but he knew Meg would be trapped there then.
Instead, he just headed off, assuming she'd catch up when she had time.