Dean watched her as she assessed him. He didn't move more than his eyes. He didn't really like her seeing him this way. The last time he was this way was when she and Jo vanished. There wasn't anyone around to actually care what he had looked like.
His features softened just a little as she moved closer and untied him. He flexed his right hand a little, and shook it, the left he just rest on the top rail of the bed. And when he answered her his voice was harsh and scratched, as if he'd either screamed until he couldn't anymore, or hadn't used it in months. "Yeah, I'll stay."