Aw, adorable. Look at that, little guy's all tuckered out.

Which is to say, Dean's not a huge fan of randos getting friendly with him on day one without even buying him dinner first, but he gets it. Those hours spent catching John Blake up on the basic state of the world gave him more than enough of an opportunity to see how exhausted and overwhelmed the guy is — and that's the only thing that keeps him from giving him a little shove when he falls asleep and starts leaning. It's not a big deal. Let the man sleep.

They start rollin' into town, and Blake wakes up moments before Dean would've shaken him for their stop. He's just started shrugging on the straps to his bag when the groggy question floats up.

"Not much, just a swarm of ninjas. Must've been maybe twenty, thirty? Don't sweat it, the Kung Fu master had it handled." He swats Blake's chest absently with the back of his hand and makes to stand. "Come on, we'll get you set up with a room. I know one that's empty."

That last bit... maybe a little more grim than he meant to let slip, but the letter Claire left him's still fresh.

He barely waits for the wagon to roll to a halt before hopping off the back.