Dean knew he was acting like a baby, but he nodded his head and took a deep breath.  He could handle almost any wound, but things being stuck in his body, and having to be removed after they had dried was one of his biggest fears.  Luckily, he had mostly been able to avoid being shot, or ending up with those sorts of wounds, until now.

He felt her wiping his back and his body instantly tensed, but he stayed as still as he could, knowing that flinching or moving around would only make it worse, and could also make her pull some of his stitches, “I hate this type of injury, man…”

He spoke the words as if it was Sam patching him up, as he was most used to.  Sam was surprisingly a good little doctor, and primarily, John really only ever let him stay back at the hotel and patch them up when he was younger.  Her hands were much gentler than Sam’s, though, as she picked at the pebbles.  Even so, he gritted his teeth and groaned.

When she mentioned his head, he nodded, but narrowed his eyes and almost spun around when she mentioned that she had been afraid she was going to lose him.  He laughed, wincing at the pain in his back when he did so, “Me?!  I’m fine.  I have had worse beatings than that when wrestling with Sammy.  It’s just a hole in the head and some rocks stabbing my back, no harm, right?”

He joked with her a bit, but let his voice go serious after a few seconds, sighing, “But you…You scared the hell out of me back there.  If I had seen that blood puddle with no body, there’s no way I would have believed the person survived.  I don’t ever want to feel that helpless again…”