Dean looked over at Cuddy, slightly worried. He didn't know how strong she was. He could manage Sam's torso for a way, as long as she could get his feet, but he was also aware that his brother was huge.
"It's okay, 'ammy, you don't have to walk." He moved the cold compress, and breathed deep when Sam mentioned their father. "Well, I love Dad too. But you're not going to go see him yet, not for a long time, you hear?"