Since Dean doubted any of the Jim Beam floating around the complex would be allowed in the med bay, he had gone without. He hadn't even paused to take a swig, never once leaving Buffy's side. Or at least trying not to. He had to be pushed back by Sam allow Martha to do her work. Yet when said work had been done, Dean politely but firmly told the doctor to go on her merry way. And that, yes, he would call her as soon as something happened. Immediately. He knew how it worked. He'd been enough hospitals to get how doctors worked and what got them to leave. He had been enough hospitals and Dean didn't like being hovered on by anyone, let alone a doctor. He suspected Buffy was the same thing.
He didn't want the first thing she saw, besides all of those machines, to be something very sterile - no offense to Martha, who meant well and was great and all, but still very much a symbol of that - and medical.
He had stayed by her side through out it all and Dawn had as well. The younger Summers girl hadn't budged from Buffy's side since they had brought her sister to the hospital. She was currently sleeping. Dean had already slept his fill - very little - which was why he was ready and moving when Buffy awoke.
"Hey, hey." He said gently. Stilling her hands. He probably shouldn't be enabling her. This. But he didn't wanna stress her out, and he wasn't about to be a hypocrite in this moment. He just wanted to be there for her.
Gently and carefully, Dean removed the clasp. "Careful. You don't wanna pull the wrong thing out." Yeah. That wasn't thank god you're away. He'd get to that. And it wasn't, panic or hugs and kisses or anything like that because he didn't do things like that.
But his eyes said it all, and they were roaming her face and her body, and she was okay. And awake, and ... he hadn't let go of her hands.
He was just so very relieved and so very happy to have her awake.