"Whoa, whoa, hey," Dean breathes, fingers ghosting over her shoulders before he slips them to her knees instead, bracketing them in a way that's meant to support.

"That was too much, you're right, I'm sorry, let's just - one thing at a time, don't cry." Reaching, he cups a hand against her cheek, tries to make her look at him. "Everything's gonna be okay."