She took the vodka bottle from his shaky hand, seeing how much the fear was bottling up in him and she truly felt sorry for him. It had been so long since she had seen this kind of fear in his eyes and she wished she could take it away. She slowly, trying to be as careful as possible poured the vodka on his head, cleaning his head before she made a start on the first stitch, seeing him flinch, she paused what she was doing before continuing on when he stopped.

"I know it hurts, I'm sorry but there's not much I can do about the pain" she told him, knowing it could t be much of a reassurance. "good news is it only needs two stitches and one is pretty much done already" she told him as she pulled the needle through the other side and tied it off, snipping it. She then began on the second stitch as he spoke out loud his worry about her doing a runner if she had a working leg. 

"Dean I know well enough you don't need babysitting. I'm not here trying to be a carer for you, I'm just trying to help and keep you out of hospital. Also, if you think this would make me run away then you got another coming. I may have been the type to run away before but I'm not now. I'm not her anymore. We're equals Dean. You and me stick together through thick and thin."she reassured him, tying off the second and last stitch, putting the equipment away.

When the stitches were done, she covered them to keep them clean then tapped his shoulder to let him know she was done. "nothing is going to make me run away again Dean" she repeated. "I love you, don't ever forget that" she said to him, before finally doing as he wanted out of her and grabbing her food. "I think we both need rest for now and maybe give Bobby the verbal lecture in the morning when you're not so delirious?" she suggested.