"Dean..." He frowned when he saw the bleeding wound, setting aside the drink and getting to his feet. He hadn't exactly been thinking clear enough to realize that, if Dean had been hurt, he'd been hurt bad enough that he'd still... well, be bleeding when he got back.

"Sit down, I'll patch you up." Since the thought of offering blood was probably a bad one and had him feeling on edge tonight after earlier. Not that he lumped Dean in with that, but...

He grabbed up the kit and went to sit on the edge of the bed, licking his lips absently, frowning. "Is it bad?"