"What--" He looked bewildered a moment as she pulled away and turned her back on him. He stood away from he bed, eyes narrowing a little bit. "Dean, I'm not... Look at me, dude, I'm not frustrated with you. I'm just... I want to help you."

Now he was frustrated, though not entirely with her. More with himself. "I just don't want you leaving here before we know what's going on, Dean... You know what shape you were in! You scared the crap out of me when I found you, Dean... the whole time I kept thinking you could've been dead or something, and I--"

Shit. He just wanted to make sure she was okay...