[ That earns him an uneasy look. Having witnessed the soul he saved from Hell be corrupted by the Mark of Cain, he doesn't see the joke in that. If Sam hadn't called him for help... he doesn't want to think about what might have happened. ]

You're not a demon, Dean.

[ He immediately corrects, mouth tightly pressed together at the suggestion that he might still be. ]

We cured you. [ A pause. ] At least for now.

[ He adds, unwilling to leave out the truth. The exchange leaves him brooding on Dean's condition and barely registers the question that follows. He doesn't have to think about it and prattles off the time - sometime in the early morning. ]

Sam is still sleeping. He'll most likely check on you when he wakes up.