"Whoah whoah whoah, hold on there, cowboy," Dean says hurriedly, immediately standing and making sure that Sam doesn't fall or anything. He steadies him with on hand on Sam's shoulder, the other bracing himself on the bed.

Dean watches like a hawk, looking over his baby brother to make sure that he's not hurt anywhere else, or seriously, at least. It all looks alright, but Dean doesn't relax, just says in a slightly tight voice:

"I dunno where the hell we are, man. You tell me."