Dean probably should've expected this the second he opened his eyes. Still, it's not exactly a pleasant experience waking up, feeling like his body had been crushed by a damn building, and suddenly getting his eardrums assaulted.
Helen had asked Dean standard questions like if he knew where he was, how his side felt, if anything else was hurting in a way it shouldn't. Dean mumbled his answers, throat dry, and was then bombarded by Helen's berating. "You can't shift, not until your body's well-rested and your stitches can come out. You shouldn't have shifted once you got stabbed in your werewolf form, you put yourself in unnecessary risk–"
"Helen–"
"–and if we hadn't operated on you just in time, you could've died, Dean. You could've–"
Dean reached out his hand, taking Helen's wrist and
