Dean somehow managed to keep from outright laughing, but the corners of his lips none the less turned up. It was hard to take someone as short as she was seriously when they were getting that stubborn tone anyhow, but with her standing there naked save for those tiny pink panties...well it was really just too much. Still, he didn't think she'd benefit anything from him laughing, so he wisely kept it to himself.
"No, you're not." Normally he wouldn't issue a direct order like that, both because he knew it wouldn't work and because it was rude, but on this he was going to accept nothing less than total complaince. She might think herself broken, she might even be broken, but she wasn't going to get worse, not as long as he could help it. If he had to sit on her or lock her in the closet...well so be it.
"The kids came to check on you too." he said quickly, hoping to lessen the blow of the fact he had basically just told her no. "They seem pretty worried."