Dean/Lisa
Waking up after all that mess was like a breath of fresh air for the seasoned Hunter. In all his years, he couldn't remember the last time the job had gotten that insane, and he was still mentally reeling from it when he realized they didn't have time to take a break. The sounds of the chaos in the station around him brought him back to reality, where he found Lisa still laying next to him.
He was up and hovering over her in seconds, taking the opportunity to check the wounds the crazy bitch ghost had inflicted over the past week. Once he was certain nothing was broken and she was in no danger of bleeding out - which was never a realistic worry in the first place, but he was being overly cautious.
"Ok, I think... you're ok. That's you in there, isn't it?" He whispered to her, another unwarranted worry, seeing as how she wasn't actively trying to kill him, anymore. They would have more time for a more in depth look into it later, he knew, but for now there was no luxury for that. Not with the rest of the town still in spectral shambles.
A sound from behind him made him jump, whipping around to scan the area before he turned back to Lisa, finding it difficult to look her in the eye. "Look, I need you to stay here, these people out here might need some help. Just stay here until I come back for you, ok?"