Dean smiled at Claire, even if she was ignoring his attempt to flirt with her. She was alive and ok and GOD it felt good to see her ok again. "So pretty." he repeated, feeling like he was drifting away again, only a bit more slowly this time. "I love you."
He didn't even notice Ruby as Claire used the knife on her forearm, didn't notice anything else except for the fact that Claire, who he loved, who had just DIED, was going to give her blood to him. "No. No, no no no. Nuh-uh. I don't need any blood. I'm just fine!" As though her body agreed with him (or maybe, he thought hazily, he had power over her body even now) the wound began to heal and Dean actually smirked.
"I win. We'll get married and then I'll REAAAAALLY win." He chuckled quietly to himself at a joke that only he understood. "Marry me, Claire," he whispered.
Just then Claire sliced her arm again, only higher this time, and before he could protest, Ruby was pressing against one of his wounds. It hurt...it hurt so much that despite himself Dean screamed, but the pressure on the raw, torn flesh didn't relent. Thankfully, Dean's mind retreated and he was out again.
The next thing he knew he heard a man--Cas?--say he was going to be ok. He blinked hastily. Where was Claire? He was glad his guardian angel was there, but Claire...where was she? She had died, and he could have sworn he saw her after that, but what if he was delirious? "Claire?" he moaned, looking worriedly at Castiel. "Claire died, Cas. I proposed and she died." He blinked uncertainly looking slightly to the side where he found Claire and then he grinned. "Pretty... You did say yes, right?"
He was tired, so tired, and the healing warmth of Castiel's power was relaxing more and more, but Dean was not about to give in and relax again until he had his answer.