Dean pushed off the table and got to his feet. "I'm fine." He walked away from her, toward the window. "Just," He waved a hand, sighed. "I've got a lot of responsibility here. If I send people in, and they don't come back..." He shook his head, raised his hand to rub his temples. "It's a lot to think about."
He wasn't going to talk about how her presence there affected him. He was glad she was back, alive, with him. Glad she hadn't bee caught by one of Lucifer's minions. She was like coming home, she was comfort food. But at the same time, she was more stress, a trigger for memories he'd rather let lie.
So much easier to keep it all focused on the situation at hand, and Faith's insistence that they storm Lucifer's mansion right now. He just...needed more time.