Lyra thought for a moment when he mentioned her side. She could feel that is was deep and knew it needed to be tended to. She glanced at her other arms and saw that one wasn't very deep so she deiced to opt for her side. She nodded at him, giving him approval as she pulled her shirt off herself. He was going to cut it but she wasn't sure how she would feel about that.<br/><br/>She winced in pain as she pulled it over her head and was going to lay it on the bed next to her but wrapped it around her arm to hopefully stop what little bleeding she had until he could get to it. She took the bottle off the table next to her and took another sip, this time a smaller one so she didn't hurt her throat too much. She put it back down and looked up at him. His eyes looked like they were curious and a bit worried. She smiled gently at him, letting him know that even though she told him she was grateful and wasn't going to hurt him. She was never this close to a Winchester before and this one was cute and seemed nicer than she expected. She heard that Dean just shot everything and Sam was the one that tried to negotiate. Maybe because he thought she was human, but she couldn't be sure.<br/><br/>She nodded at him after she was done admiring him. "I'm ready." She took a deep breath, preparing herself for the burn of the alcohol on her wound and the sharp pokes of the needle.