Dean grabbed his keys out of his pocket before carefully sliding his left arm around her back, the other coming under her knees. Standing slowly so as not to jostle her injuries too much, he began to make his way out of the house and to the Impala. He huffed slightly at her comment and shook his head.<br/><br/>"I wasn't planning on asking. I figured you'd be a little more preoccupied with the cuts." he replied as he reached the passenger side of the car. Leaning down slightly, he slid the key in and unlocked the door, opening it just far enough to wedge his foot in and use it to open the door the rest of the way. As gently as he could manage, Dean set the woman on the seat and made sure she wouldn't get caught in the door before he closed it. He walked around the car to the driver side, thinking. He knew well enough why he wouldn't bother going to a hospital or at the very least to whatever doctor the small town had; the questions alone weren't worth the trouble. Wordlessly, he got into the car and started it up, turning to look at the redhead next to him.<br/><br/>"The road out of here is pretty crap to drive on. It's probably not going to be pleasant." he told her, putting it into gear and beginning the trip back.