Dean doesn't necessarily seem like the type of person that Kara would get along with, but he is. He's silly when the mood calls for it, but he's also genuinely a good guy, whether he's willing to admit it or not. Sometimes, Kara thinks he's too hard on himself and she tends to, in those moments, remind him of times like this, when he's noticed that it's taking her a second to recover from the startle he'd given her and he moves closer to try to help her calm down.

"Yeah, well, at least I'm not thinking about my empty womb, anymore. You know, you're lucky you didn't make me wet myself, God, Dean," she complains, swatting a hand at one of his, playfully. What she doesn't do, however, is pull away, because his tactile reassurances do genuinely make her feel better.

Her eyes roll a little and she looks over at the other bed briefly before returning her gaze to Dean. "...somehow, in spite of the fact that I could totally carry him around like that, I feel like babying a six plus foot tall man in a onesie is not going to be quite the same thing. I appreciate the sentiment though," she says sounding somehow equal parts endeared and exasperated.