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[As far as Dick's concerned, Dean came out of no where, and he turned to look at him with confused, tired eyes. When had Dean gotten there? He thought he'd been careful to get away from everyone else, or maybe he'd passed out for a little while while trying to stand up or something. But, well, at least it was Dean and not Arthas or someone, he really wasn't in the mood to get in another fist fight.

He was a little cut up, but there were no gaping holes in the uniform or heavily bleeding stab wounds or broken looking limbs, so really, he was fine. He just needed to sleep. It took him a second to figure out what he wanted to say in response, releasing a deep breath.]

Thanks. [He was feeling a little more steady, but didn't move to pull away from Dean or the wall just yet, giving him a visual once over too.]

You okay?