"Of course, I have. I wish I could be everywhere I should be, whether folks know I'm needed or not, but we can't be. There's a reason we're not meant to do this sort of thing. Our brains can only handle so much." Dean felt as if he might be talking like a certain space captain; he couldn't help the little smile when he thought of being on the U.S.S. Enterprise, whether Gabriel was behind it or not. It had been sort of awesome, even if he did get sick from the transporter.
When she paused, he moved a little. Was her head about to explode? Was she about to do something else? For all he knew, she was going to disappear, which he hoped didn't mean he'd be sick. He could tell she was pushing herself too hard. Something was going on, and she was not ready for it.
"Right, get used to it. You know you're lucky I'm not some dick. You weren't all here a couple minutes." Dean hadn't touched her, but there was that concern. She was hurting herself. He wasn't sure how, but he was pretty certain whatever was going on, was very very bad.