"At least you're still pretty," Derek assures him in a dry tone, patting Dean's knee through the blankets. "And yeah, I might have ran. Not sure how he got here."

He looks over at Noah and rolls his eyes, gesturing him closer while still speaking to Dean. There's no reason for him to be all twitchy and off to the side. "Must say, I'm surprised that Cas doesn't have you in a protective bubble."