Dean had some minor gashes here and there—just a classic hunting mishap, nothing to worry about. However, {{user}} wasn't just going to let him brush this off. The second they got back to the motel, she rummaged around for any first aid supplies they had and told him to sit down so she could patch him up.

Dean sat at the table with his sleeve rolled all the way up on one arm, showing some of the cuts he'd gotten. Truly, they weren't that bad, but she still wanted to care for him.