Dean did not agree with the compromise, or with Claire leaving. He sat against the wall, a big pouty frown on his face. Claire was so damned determined to bleed and get hurt when she had just died. It wasn't fair that she wanted him to keep his butt on the floor but she was up and roaming around and making calls. After all, he was the only one in the room that hadn't really died, so he should be the one taking care of her and everyone else, right? Right, he decided.
He watched Claire with an almost singleminded focus as she moved a short distance away, his frown deepening. What if those things came back and she was all the way over there where he couldn't get to her? His eyes grew wide as she got closer to Ruby, and he was about to say something--though what he didn't know--when Claire handed the Demon back her knife and got WAY too close to Ruby for his liking. Thankfully, the moment only lasted a second and Ruby left. He knew there was a reason Claire had had Ruby's knife, though his mind was working too sluggishly to come up with it just then.
Just as Castiel had predicted, Dean watched Claire intently, refusing to relax at all as long as she was up and roaming around. She had just died, as far as she was concerned she should be resting somewhere.
"No!" He said suddenly to Castiel when he relented a bit and offered to let Claire help heal. "She just died, Cas, she needs a break." Persistently, he patted the ground next to him. "Come here, Supergirl."