"Why did you do that?!" Sam asked his brother with aggitation and concern. "He wanted me!"
"Would you feel better if I let him take you?" Dean responded feeling the lack of gratitude.
Shrugging uncomfortably Sam replied "I can take care of myself."
Dean looked to his younger brother in disbelief, through his not swollen and blackened eye.
"That's not how I meant..." Sam started.
"Don't bother. Just stitch me up." Dean requested twisted a towel around his gashed arm.
"I'm sorry Dean" Sam said as he began to patch up his brother. "Thank you."
"Sure" Dean replied almost sincerely.