Dean could have corrected her. Knew he should have. That he wasn't dead anymore. That he was live, breathing, hot flesh. But instead he just smirked. "I could think of worse people to haunt." He knew it was wrong. But he also knew that she'd want to do a bunch of tests with things that weren't sitting there right that moment.
And he was fine with that. Any good hunter would. Hell, most would come at him swinging and ask questions later. But she didn't look like she was in any shape to do any of that. So instead he sat on the bed beside her. He'd let her reach her own conclusions.
Dean pointed to the bottle of water and repeated himself. "Drink."