Dean hesitated for a moment before nodding as well. He had, unknowingly echoed Buffy's thoughts, considering bringing the guy in the car. But how could they explain this? How would they explain this? Dean wished there was ... he didn't know what he wished. However, it was best for them to leave before the man fully came to.
He was turning to walk his way to his car when he spotted Buffy and the way she was looking, the way she was holding herself. And he felt his heart constrict suddenly. For in that instant, she actually looked her size. She hadn't looked that small since the first time he'd seen her. And since then her attitude, her sense of humor, the fact that she could beat him up into he was mince meat made her seem taller. Larger. More than this tiny woman. She looked .. fragile. For an instant. He supposed she could be, that it was possible. He'd just, stupidly, in his own mind fixed her with this 'done this before' persona. That made her tough as nails. Not hard but close enough. But he should have known that front, which maybe wasn't a front since hers was so much better than his, but he should have known that there was more to her.
He kind of wished that his brother was here instead. Because Sam would be better at the emoting. At the putting a thousand soothing emotions, into an 'are you okay'. Instead all he could do was, flex his fingers so he didn't attempt to put a comforting hand on her shoulder and said, "We should go before he wakes up completely." But if she looked at his face, into his eyes. She would have seen how he was studying her and noticed, that .... well, that he got her. Dealing with people, convincing them, conning them? Dean was a pro at. But this, their lives and making sure they were okay with the aftermath. Never ceased to make him swallow, never ceased to crack the facade.