"Of course I m- Jules," he tries to finish and there's nothing, he can't even say how much he missed her - in the few minutes she'd been gone, he'd already been missing her, been thinking about how he would always miss her, and it had hurt. It still hurts. Don't ever do that to me again, he wants to say, but he just clutches at her silently and shakes his head in disbelief, smile and stricken expression warring against each other, flickering between both at random.
It's mostly a smile, though. She's alive. That's good. That's all he should be focusing on.
Dean stepped back when the doctors reappeared, but he didn't let go of her hand. They could work around him, he wasn't letting go of her again - holding the hand he'd put the ring in - and he squeezed her fingers tighter around it, not too hard, but tightly tnough he knew she'd be able to feel that it was there; his expression was a silent, fond wait. He wanted her to know, wanted to do this properly, but he wasn't going to do this with everyone and their cousin around. It wasn't that he didn't want anyone to know, so much as it was just a more private thing; he had no problem telling anyone he loved Jules, after all, but this was... them. It wasn't everyone. It shouldn't be everyone.
Once they were alone again - though probably not for long, Dean, knew, because Cas and Rose were still around, somewhere, and someone was going to tell them and they'd be coming in to see Jules awake for themselves - he let go of her hand, letting her open it.
"So, my timing is probably crap," he started wryly.