And in the end that was what it boiled down to. There was nothing else they could do. Just like he was trying to tell Claire, they could either sit around waiting on what was evidentally inevitable, or they could sit around forging bonds that were likely going to be broken. Dean had everything here--a mother, father, a son, a girlfriend, a job he loved... and he had his brother. Dean had gone to hell to save him, but that didn't mean he wasn't happy to be there with Sam now.
"Not much we can do, sammy," he said softly. "It sucks, and it's probably gonna keep right on sucking, but it's a hell of a lot more than we had before. We're just gonna have to live it up, set up all the precautions we can, and hope that the idiot powers running this city leave us alone." And pray, Dean thought. pray that the people they're always taking are going somewhere nice.