Dean was content when he got his yes, even though he knew it wasn't the most traditional yes a man had ever had. When Castiel assured him that he was really going to be the winner, he smiled, the look both reassured and amused. Castiel was his guardian angel. He closed his eyes, his mind supplying him with an image of Claire in a frilly white lace dress thing with angel wings and a cheap tinsel halo. She'd have to be his guardian angel this Halloween. He chuckled softly as he imagined Castiel in that sort of a get up, and a quick stream of giggles bubbled up, leaving him laughing like a fool. Laughing was evidentially not a good idea in his state, because a moment later he was coughing hard and a bit of blood came up too.
"Cas, you should get them." Dean said, trying hard to sit up again. Castiel wasn't done healing him yet, but Dean already felt minutely better. "Those demons who came in. They killed everyone. You have to stop them, before they go somewhere." Victoriously, Dean managed to push himself away from the wall, though he did little more than slump sluggishly on his own. "Let's go."