"That will probably do," Dean shrugged, too distracted by trying to make sure he was applying enough pressure. He didn't often find himself in such situations, unless he'd purposely put himself there. He hadn't even thought about the supplies that had been left until just now, but it seemed that maybe Don Juan had at least paid enough attention. Dean supposed he couldn't blame him, that night after the last fight had probably been jarring, among other things. Dean had promised though and so they remained untouched until now.

"It stings a little, but not the worst I've endured. Looks like it's already slowing down." He said as he pulled back the current bloodied towel to look at the slice on his forefinger. At least it wasn't his dominant hand, that would have been a pain. It ran across the middle of his finger, fortunately he'd only gotten it with the tip of the knife, but it ran a little longer than he'd expected. "At least I didn't get anything on the food." He chuckled, figuring that was probably the least of their concerns at the moment. "I think there's bandages in there too."