He wasn't-- frustrated with her. He was scared and worried... guilty because he didn't know what Dean would do if she couldn't use her hands, if they didn't recover. He didn't care about taking care of her, should have been doing it all along. should have had her back, dammit.

He shook his head stubbornly. "I'm fine, Dean. Don't worry about me."

He'd go out later, maybe, to grab some coffee. Give Bobby a call to fill him in on what was going on since... they probably wouldn't be taking any cases for awhile now. Knew he'd want an update anyway.

But that could be later. Right now, he was settling another quick kiss to her temple before settling back in his chair at her side.