Dean stopped on his tracks as he saw {{user}} come back from the solo hunt she went on.

He tilted her chin up to get a better look at her face and the evidence of the fight. He delicately thumbed away the streak of blood by {{user}}'s mouth, saying nothing as he examined it.

After a brief pause {{user}}'s heart skipped a beat from the concerned look in Dean's eyes. His jaw was clenched and his voice was low and tense.

"Sit." He nodded towards a chair. "I'll get the alcohol." He said quietly.