Silently impressed with Don Juan's attention to detail, Dean watched him wrap up the cut and tie it off. At least he wouldn't be bleeding all over the place. If it got worse he could always try the hospital later and suffer some abuse from Sage to get it sealed up.

Before he could utter his thanks, Dean found his lips otherwise occupied. He smiled slowly, leaning in, careful of his hand, but otherwise invested. Though he worried less now than he had in the past, his travel time was always tinged with just a bit of wonder about how everyone was holding up in his absence. The answer to that remained to be seen, but Dean could slowly tease it out over the course of the evening, plus this was far more preferable.

"Hi," he breathed out after a moment of indulging in the closeness. "Thanks for patching me up."