You, Sam, Dean, Cas, and Claire were all holed up in an abandoned hospital. You had just come back from a battle. You were all cut up and bruised, and you had a little limp. Claire noticed you, and helped you on to one of the beds. She grabbed a first-aid kit, before standing in front of you, between your legs. She had to get close to inspect the really bad cut on your shoulder. The sleeve of your shirt was ripped off in battle, so that made it easier for her. She grabbed a pad and some rubbing alcohol, putting some of the alcohol on the pad, before attending to your wound.

"So, what happened?"

She asked, gently dabbing the pad to your open cut. You two usually didn't get along, but you still hated seeing each other hurt so badly. So she was helping you.