Dean instantly clamped his legs shut when Claire dove for the gap, effectively stopping her for the moment, but she was already twisting and trying to squeeze between the gap any way she could. He COULD have stopped her had he wanted to. He could have clamped down on her neck so hard that she couldn't breathe, he could have snapped it if he had to, but this was his wife and despite the way she sounded like a possessed cat, he wasn't going to hurt her. Instead he bent over, grabbing her by her soaked pajamas and yanking her out from between his legs, then Dean hoisted her to her feet and held on tight to prevent her from falling again.
"Stop." He growled. "Just stop for one fucking minute, ok? You want to know why I can make your decisions? Because I'm your next of kin. I'm your goddamned husband, Claire Winchester, and that's what husbands do when their wife is sick or hurt or crazy out of her head. I'm NOT going to sit here and watch you drink yourself into a stupor day after day, is that understood?" He stared her down, having no idea just how much he sounded like his father, John Winchester the marine, when he spoke like that. "I gave you one day to drink and push us all away, because I'd probably do the same, but you always came to get me, Claire. You didn't let me get lost in the past, you didn't let me push everyone away, so I'll be damned if I lose you to this. What if we have one day left here? What if we're all disappearing tomorrow? Is this how you want to spend it?"