Dean glared at the tent, as if it were the one making the decisions and keeping him away from his brother. It didn't make any sense. Even Death had let him stay in the same room; then again, neither of them were Death as far as he knew. He glanced at the bloody bleeding John before looking down at Dinah again.
"Fine. I don't like it, and I'm going to kick his ass when he comes to." The "when" had a hint more emphasis, but nothing tat would make it stand out too much. The emphasis was probably more for the worried big brother than anything. He nodded almost curtly to Dinah. " Fine."
He didn't look for Cas at the moment. Oddly or perhaps not so much, if the injured man n the tent had been Cas or maybe even Jimmy Novack, Dean would be almost as protective. He didn't like his family being hurt or downed. He wasn't that great at the emotional stuff when it came to them, but he cared almost to theorist of distraction.