"Thanks," Dean said softly, proud of how Claire and his Dad had handled the situation. THere wasn't a good way for Ben to have to deal with this, because he shouldn't have to deal with it, but at least they had done the best they could in the situation.
He wanted to stay in bed, to go back to sleep and pretend like the whole day had never happened, but Dean knew he had too much to do. He had to go upstairs to see if Ben was really dealing well with all of this, and then he had to check on Sam. Part of him wondered with as much demon blood as his brother had drank if there wasn't some irreversible damage. What if Sam had gone too far? What if there was no fixing it?
He raked a hand through his hair, then leaned over to kiss Claire for a long minute. God knew how hard this had been for her, hauling his unconscious ass back here, watching out for the kid, trying to save Sam. She was stronger than she knew, and the one person Dean knew he could count on. "You really are Supergirl," he whispered, then got out of bed with a groan.