Fred hadn't been happier to see him. Her fear was quickly fading, and she started running. He was alive, and that was more than she could have asked for. She stumbled a bit, but she didn't stop. He was alive and mostly well, as well as could be expected, and he was running toward her.
"Sam!" He was here! He was still here! Once she was almost in arms' reach, she stopped. She had to talk first; if she got near him, she wouldn't talk much. Her lips would be busy doing other things.
"You're alive. Did you see the dragon? They killed it! Nothing in our apartment exploded, and we have to go. Or maybe not. I don't know, but this isn't safe. Not that it was all that safe before. Are you okay? Dean looked sad. Is he okay? Did something happen?" She looked worried, yet she couldn't hide her joy in seeing that he was here.