The pointed looks from Castiel were ignored at first, in favor of cranky looks back at him over his idea of 'motivation' to get her to do what he wanted her to do, but one comment - once you're healed - did finally get Claire's attention on herself instead of Dean.
She looked down, sighing with disgust at the bones sticking out, not because the sight was gross but because she was disgusted she'd forgotten and it was apparently being used against her. Grumbling openly about overprotective men and unfair team-ups and how She Was Just Fine Now, Thank You, she pushed all displaced bones back into place and then took a seat next to Dean. She would have fought it out of sheer stubbornness – if Castiel hadn't been right about Dean's state.
"I didn't even lose that much blood, unlike other people," she groused with a pointed look at Dean before digging out her phone. The casing was cracked, but the phone otherwise usable, so she made her call to Faith and then started on sending and replying to texts.
As the texting went on, she pulled Dean to rest against her, struggles or not, for as far as she was concerned, he was still in need of more medical care. He was healed, but his lips and fingernails still had the bluish tinge of bloodloss and she could feel his heart beating faster than normal to work on circulating the lower volume of blood. Maybe he should have a transfusion if she wasn't going to be able to easily take and give him her own blood to make up the loss.
A text a few minutes later made her nod in a victorious fashion. Good. Her sister was coming too, she'd have syringes and she could back her up on the 'totally fine, healed and strong' part of this thing. Then the three of them could bring these people back. For now, Claire was glad of the continued lack of full lighting, as seeing the demon child in here dead would have motivated her to act now, rather than after her sister arrived.