She was at least seeing him clean, he'd looked much worse half an hour ago. His voice was hoarse, and rough like sandpaper when he answered her, "Not especially." Though Dean couldn't remember the last time he'd eaten. He was sure the kid had made him at some point he just couldn't remember what it was or when he'd done it. He held the room door open for her. He was even tempted to take the cooler from her, but he resisted the urge. Only so much chivalry in one day for Dean Winchester, thank you very much.