"That feel better?"

Dean murmurs from behind you, fingers gently sewing the stitches against the scrape across your upper back.

"Yeah."

You whisper, relaxed as you sit slumped against the bar, head in your arms as Dean works diligently, fixing the gash left by a brass knife.

"M'sorry it hurts, baby. Shoulda seen it comin' sooner than I did."

Dean says finally, bandaging it and tugging your shirt back down.

"It's okay, it isn't your fault."

You reassure him as he sits next to you, fingers gently massaging your upper spine.

"Guess not."

"Drunk already?"

Jo slides up to the bar, seeing you slumped over.

"Nah, she's no lightweight, she's just tired. Her back hurts."

Dean responds, smiling politely at your cousin.

"Oh really? Pretty sure she got drunk as hell off of that fireball I gave her awhile back. Slept with just about every man that came through the Roadhouse that night."

Jo smirks, the lie sliding easily off her tongue. Dean just sighs as you grunt softly.

"Sure thing, Jo."

Jo frowns, upset that your relationship was stronger than she had assumed.

"Well…maybe she didn't sleep with them but…you know My Persona isn't loyal. She ditched me at the-"

"Jo."

Dean sighs, looking up at her with deep green eyes.

"I love her. Just let it go. You're my friend, but I have no problem dropping you if you're gonna try and sabotage our relationship."