Dean didn't get up immediately after her, but he wasn't going to let her face whoever had the balls to ring their doorbell alone. He pulled on a pair of jeans and grabbed up pair of boxers for his housemate. He also claimed a t-shirt to put on once Dinah had the boxers.
His brow lifted at the blond male standing in his doorway. The hunter stood for a moment, in nothing more than the jeans, with boxers and tee in hand. He looked between the two blonds. Rather than stepping away, Dean came up closer to stand right behind Dinah, his hand with the boxers lightly pressing into the small of her back.