Seamus caught the small movement of Dean's left hand and carefully took it with his own. He very pointedly didn't look at Dean's heavily bandaged right arm, trying not to think about what the mediwizard had said about possible permanent nerve damage. Seamus's smile at Dean's reassurance didn't quite reach his eyes, though.
"You really are ludicrously brave, you know that," Seamus said, huffing out a small laugh before sobering. "I wish you could have killed her." His voice caught in his throat as an image of his mother, cold and so still, came to him. Seamus closed his eyes briefly and made himself swallow down the grief.
They snapped open, though at what Dean said next though, and he unthinkingly squeezed his hand. "You what? What do you mean, you recognized her?"