Dean sat down obediently, waiting for Sam to get the kit. He shook his head at the question. "Not bad. Just need to slap on some bandages. They'll heal up in a day or two. If the bullets hadn't been silver, it would be faster, but..." He trailed off and shrugged.

If Sam had offered blood tonight, Dean probably couldn't have taken it. It was still too fresh in his mind, seeing Sam's neck torn and bleeding like that. It made his stomach turn. Almost killed by a monster, just like he was.