Dean winced in pity, as he dabbed Sam's swollen lip with peroxide. "Im still waiting on an explanation you know?" Dean said, as he rearranged their first aid kit.
Sam leaned back in his chair, as he looked at Dean. "Like you wouldn't have done that?" he asked, raising one eyebrow as a challenge.
"Sure I would have. But I wouldn't have waited until he belted me with his meat hammer fists dude! Seriously, do you need to go through that training again?"
"Yeah well…next time, don't look at me for help when you hit on a girl who has a wrestler for a husband." Sam smirked out, as he ran to the bathroom, getting out of Dean's reach before another fist landed on his mouth.