[ it's funny because dean's thought about that day often, the feeling of utter horror which had frozen something deep inside of when he'd seen her laid out on the beach, skin cold and clothes bloodied. he'd wished there had been more he could have done, and as much as he'd tried to do the right thing during those intense hours he'd spent hovering around her, in the end he can't help but feel like he'd only barely gotten through the whole thing without fucking it up further.

so for her to thank him is-- it's not what he expected. not now. he's silent for a long time before trying to wave her off. ]

You know no one else would've left you out there either, Evie. I just happened to stumble to the scene first-- nothing more to it. [ see, no biggie. ] Just messed up you even had to go through that.