There was still a lot to discuss, but she was in no shape to discuss it at the moment.  He had sprung this on her, fully planning to tear her to shreds for her lies and manipulation.  Hell, he wasn’t so sure he wouldn’t still do so when the time seemed right.  But seeing her was too much for his brain to lash out with.  

Dean smirked at her willingness to let him help her clean up, “What the hell have you been doing?  You look like you’ve been wallowing in a swamp…full of thorns.”

He scoffed a bit, pulling a bit of leaf from her hair as he stared at her, trying to convince her with his body language that she was at least safe.  He stood and reached a hand out, “I’m assuming that with all the hiding up here, you have to have a bathtub, or at least a shower…show me.”