( He clocks the stiffness. All in all, could be worse. The fact that he's got all his limbs intact and there don't seem to be any gaping, bleeding impalement wounds is the sign of a 'good enough' hunt, let alone... weeks in whatever monster-infested hellhole he's been stuck in. It's not ideal, Dean's not happy about it, but he's a little reassured.

It's good. It means he can stop worrying, he can devote his brain 100% to the extraction mission without that concern in the back of his mind.

He nods absently about the boats. )

A few, yeah. We're setting off in a couple hours. Play our cards right, maybe we'll have everybody back home in the next... two, three days?

( God willing. He's ready for all this to be done. If he can just get everybody together in one place for a night, he'll be content enough. )