The abruptness of Dean walking startled Claire, but she moved to instantly soothe him, however futile it was, with gentle strokes of her fingers down his neck and shoulders. It usually helped somewhat on the bad, nightmare-filled nights, but she didn't have much hope of it working now, not with what he was waking up to being in ways worse than what he sometimes dreamed.
"We're all here, it's okay," she said, resting her head against his. "Ben's upstairs, watching a movie away from... from everything. Sam's in the safe room. They put him there while he was still asleep."
Still asleep. It sounded so deceptively peaceful, but she was afraid the moment Sam woke up and realized he was locked in a small, very secure room, the downstairs would be anything but that at all.
"Are you okay?" It was a question of physical wellness, not anything else, as even if it had appeared to just be some simple, angelic-enforced sleep, that didn't necessary mean perfectly safe and without issue.