Dean didn’t want to think about time - how long he’d be staying, how long he’d need a place to stay, how long he could hold on before everything caught up to him (he couldn’t imagine it being any more real, but at the same time it all felt like another dream) and knocked him down...
Or to think beyond tonight, because even if he did stay around here and didn’t get pulled back home, he didn’t know what he was going to do, what he even could do. Even if he went back home he didn’t have a whole lot of options, at this point. He had no family left (well, none except Dad, but as far as Dad was concerned the less he saw of Dean, the better), he had no idea where to even start looking for what had killed Sam, couldn’t even bear to think about the idea of hunting alone forever.
So he didn’t think about any of it, just nodded and smiled and acted like nothing was wrong, because that was what he did.
>"Okay. If you change your mind, there's food at my place anyway."
He nodded slightly, unspoken thanks and I’ll think about it, wearily scrubbing one hand up over his face and through his hair as she moved off to turn the television off - dislodging some stray ash and freezing, pulling his hand away and trying not to breathe it in, rubbing his hand off against the edge of his shirt while her back was still turned, wondering if he’d be able to get a shower once they got there, if a shower would help, what he’d do for clothes when all of his smelled like he’d just run into and then out of a fire...
...and then he was trying his best to keep his smile in place and his posture casual once she turned back and started coming over, saying something about how things have been crazy lately, and about walking fast. “That’s fine with me, yeah. I’m sure we’ll be okay, though.” He half-shrugged, “If something happens, I’ll take care of it.” He had a gun, and a knife - maybe it wouldn’t kill everything that could come after them, but it’d be a start, and he could at least hold whatever it was off until she got away. That would be good enough.
Dean held the door open for her, and then followed her out.