That's okay, Dean; he's trying in the other direction, and he's not finding it all that difficult right now. Spotting the hesitation in Dean's movements, he glances around, then leans back in to kiss his cheek, right at the corner of his mouth. He lets his hands fall away, but one lingers on Dean's wrist for a long moment. "Not long. Just a few hours. I woke up with Margaret, and..."

He doesn't mean that the way it sounds, but he doesn't think to correct it. He's thinking more about what it actually meant, and a look of uncertainty crosses his face. He glances around again, this time at the beach itself, digging a hand briefly into his hair. "Earth," he says a little vaguely.