"Not gonna argue with you about that," Dean says, smile sharp and a little crooked.

He hoists Emma into a more comfortable position, sharing a look with Sam.

"Got some trash to drop off first, though. Gimme a second."

He's not careful when he opens a nearby door, dropping Emma unceremoniously on a chair.

If he managed to whack her elbow, her knee, or her head in the meantime, so much the better.

Then he comes back out.

"Okay. Now we can go."