Ah fuck. There was no getting around it this time. Without Sage's magic touch to make everything invisible, he probably looked as bad as he felt and he could tell by the concern on Don Juan's face that was probably the case. Dean didn't think he looked that bad, but he hadn't turned on too many lights and could only see a shadow of the bruises that were coming.

"I'm okay, I promise." He held up his hands, as if in surrender, but was glad that Don Juan didn't come crashing into him. Then he remembered they were bandaged up, loosely, just to keep him from bleeding on anything and realize that probably made it worse. Merlin, he really didn't want to explain this.

It was late and he would have assumed that if Don Juan was going to be here, he would have come earlier, so maybe he could push the attention from him, even if it was highly unlikely. "Are you alright?" He asked, trying to pivot anyway.