"I wouldn't allow you to be hurt, either, if I could help it."

The way Dean clings breaks his heart, even if there's some selfish enjoyment in the fact that Dean's grateful and clinging so tightly. They both have such a hard time asking for help or even accepting it when it's offered.

He looks around the space. "I'm afraid I'm not entirely sure how to leave, though, or how to heal you while we're here."