Dean glanced back over his shoulder, shaking his head and laughing. He grabbed everything he thought he might need, also snagging his cellphone off the dresser before moving back to the bed. He sat next to him, pulling the bandage the rest of the way off to survey the wound. "Oh yeah this looks a lot better."

He started cleaning it up, taking it as gently as possible because, well he knew it had to still hurt like a bitch. "You could always pay me back for the groceries in sexual favors." He smiled brightly, waggling his eyebrows playfully before leaning forward and resting his head on his shoulder, looking at him. "And anyways, we wouldn't be here if my brother wasn't a jerk."

He shifted, moving closer and leaning over him. "Ok how does it feel? I think if you just take it easy the rest of the day it might close up a bit. Just don't know if it'll rip back open when you change tonight..." He sighed, tilting his head.