When Dean told Sol that he'd already felt that protective before she felt as though she should've known that he'd known exactly how she felt. Since Dean was a little boy he'd looked after Sam. It had been his job to protect his younger brother.
John had fallen asleep while he was nursing and Sol smiled down at him a little. She pulled him off and his mouth made a little popping sound. Since she hadn't burped him yet and she really wasn't in the mood for spit up she put him against her shoulder and tapped on his back a little bit.
"She's not used to the Ritz. I'm sure she wouldn't mind the couch for a few days." Sol knew that their apartment was small but if Sol told Faith that she felt like she needed her for a few days then she was sure that she'd come on over.
Smiling when he agreed and when he asked about Bobby. "Of course. He needs to meet his sorta-Grandson. Call him up." Of course Sol wanted to see Bobby. It'd been a while since they'd seen him.