Dean reached the group just before his Dad did, but he let John go to Mary first. He knew his Mom would need his Dad, and he wanted to give both Claire and Mary a once over before he did anything. His Mom looked fine, save for a small bruise on her forehead, and Claire looked perfect, but he knew enough of Alastair's tricks to know that looks didn't necessarily mean a lot. He rested a hand on his Mom's shoulder, then went to go rest one on Claire's. They were back, and they were safe, but everything wasn't magically better. Some hellspawn had taken them, and done god knew what...though he knew it was too late, Dean started looking around for any signs of the kidnappers who he knew had to be long gone.
Mary had not realized how awful the whole experience had been until it was over and she was in her husband's arms. Granted, she had precious little room to complain, because other than a silly little bruise she was fine and Claire had endured so much more, but there was something so wonderful about being home again. "Oh God, John..." She shuddered, holding on to him so tightly she was almost afraid she was hurting him. "It was awful. I thought--"
The sound of his mother's voice, sounding so frightened made Dean furious. Something from hell had done this to her, that was what Ruby had said. Hurting his Mom and his best friend wasn't something that sat well with Dean, and he wanted to know who was responsible, but he knew they both needed time to relax a little bit before any questioning would be a good idea. "Come on." He said quietly. "Let's get inside, it's not safe out here."