She bit her lip at his sigh and nodded. It didn't really cross her mind that he might be concerned about something other than how aggravating it was going to be, looking after an invalid sister.

The soup was cold by now. Plain and boring to begin with. It was that way on purpose, supposedly to be easy on the stomach of someone who hadn't eaten in a while. Dean wasn't paying enough attention to really taste it anyway. She was trying to remain zoned out to not have to think about it or anything else.