Dean shrugged and continued stitching her arm back together. He still wasn't entirely sure what to think of her, but it wasn't as if she posed a threat in her current condition. Tying off the last stitch for that arm, he snipped the excess line and sat back, threading the needle with fresh line ahead of the next one.<br/><br/>"It's nothing," he replied, setting the now ready needle back in the kit. "You needed help and I was there. Hunters look out for each other." He referenced her earlier story and shrugged again, eyes scanning her injuries with a thoughtful look.<br/><br/>"I can start on your side or I can move to your other arm. Your choice." Her side looked deeper than the rest, if he were being honest, and he wanted to give her a chance to be sure she was ready for that.