Dean was thankful when Claire came back to him, even if he couldn't hide the victorious 'I won' look from his eyes. He rested his head against her, sometimes just relaxing, and sometimes butting in to her text messages to insist that HE was just fine and she was the one who needed to rest and take it easy. He watched Castiel idly as he healed one demon then the next. He still wasn't crazy about Demons, but even he could see that these demons weren't part of the problem. They weren't going to slash their wrists and feed their blood to Sam like Ruby had.
He heard Faith calling and he sat up and tried to look normal. Finally, someone new who he could convince he was right. His lips turned up slightly. With the slayer here, Claire would HAVE to keep her ass on the floor right near him where she belonged. "In here!" He called out.