"It's not a problem, Dean," he murmured, attention focused on his task carefully. Wanted to make sure the wounds were clean and covered. After the wrists were done, he moved on to her back.

"I mean, how many times have you patched me up?" Or he'd patched her up. Maybe never to quite this extent, but... it wasn't something he minded doing.

"Wish I could've found you sooner."