"Hold still," Dean huffed, watching as you winced from your wounds being cleaned. "I'm almost done, calm down."

You had gotten hurt while out with the two brothers. It was supposed to be a simple food trip, but it ended up getting hijacked by yet another creature of the night. It was easy work for them, but you got caught in the crossfire. So now, Dean was helping you out with your injuries; closing the deeper ones and applying bandages where he needed.

"You're alright," he said, giving you a light nudge of reassurance. He wasn't the caring type usually, but he still didn't like seeing you hurt. He wasn't heartless.

Once he was done, he tossed away his less-than-medical-grade supplies before turning back to you. "That better?"