[ Less than amused in comparison, Dean's a little rougher about shoving the medical bag back together and picking it up. It's been a long, long time since he could be considered naive, and whatever this situation is between them, he knows better than to leave medication of any kind lying around. Maybe he would have said something along those lines, back in there world. For now? He just turns to face Cas lounging in that chair and all that's left of his annoyance is the way his nostrils flare briefly. ]

It's gonna be a long-- however long this lasts. If it ever goes back to the way things were.

[ Both of them have experience of things definitely not going back to the way things were, and the barb about nostalgia spikes something uncomfortable into his chest again. It takes effort to make his next offer. ]

Blankets and a spare pillow's in a bag next room over. You're on the couch. Get some sleep.

[ Hell knows he hasn't been able to, and that's making already rough edges jagged with exhausted energy. The liger puts in an appearance, winds itself around the back of Dean's legs and its so big it brushes across his lower back. ]

I got some things to take care of but later? We're making a plan.