[He's been exhausted. He doesn't know what he's doing. He doesn't know how to help Dean, he doesn't know how to help Scott. He feels like he's spiraling out of control. Not like when he'd been possessed, but it's still not a feeling he enjoys.
He starts a little when she lays a hand on his arm, and he pulls his head up and off the desk, blinking owlishly.]
Spam
He starts a little when she lays a hand on his arm, and he pulls his head up and off the desk, blinking owlishly.]
Lydia? What's going on?