Dean had checked on his brother and his sister-in-law and a few others only in a very brief way; he knew they were alive, which was all he needed. He'd let the know he was kicking as soon as he did a quick check. That quick check had turned into stunned and stuck silence.
The older Winchester was fixed to the spot as he stared at the gaping hole in the garage. It was almost a perfect spherical cut out of the garage, replaced with tropical growth. The growth replaced something precious, something that was the only bit of home the brothers had. Or perhaps now that Sam was married, the only bit of home Dean had.
He just stared, confused. There were bits of leaves and branches. Dirt that looked nothing like what surrounded the building covered his boots; it was almost mud. Dean even had a few welts on his cheek and hands as if something had stung him. He'd gone in to find his baby, but he'd come back out of the jungle with nothing.