Dean nods toward Jean, barely having enough time to glance at her before Sam's hugging him. Now that? Dean wasn't expecting. He tenses when Sam's arms wrap around him, and it takes a minute for his brain to catch up. When he does, he's gripping Sam so tightly he might be hurting him.

"Sorry, bro," Dean mumbles. "Didn't know the damsel was cheating. Don'tcha know the prince is supposed to save the princess?"

While Sam is having a lucid moment, Dean really... isn't.