Dean wasted no time cleaning the blood from the arm closest to him, tossing the cloth on the floor near his feet when he had cleaned enough away. Layering the towel beneath her arm, he grabbed a flask of whiskey from the aid kit. This he set on the bedside table, along with clean bandages and gauze. Carefully, he took out a needle and the spool of fishing line he found worked best for emergency stitches. After cutting a length of the clear line, he threaded it through the needle before setting both safely in the open kit and picking up the alcohol once more. He finally looked up at her face again, having heard her words but not yet responded.<br/><br/>"It's not exactly that big of a leap, you weren't really subtle back at the store. You should probably work on that." he grumbled, a resigned note in his voice. He opened the whiskey and took her arm again, an apologetic look on his face. "This is gonna sting like a bitch, but it's better than infections." he warned her, offering her a chance to drink from the bottle before he used the rest to sterilize the wounds.