Dean sighed and rolled his eyes at her insistence on getting out of the car herself.  He knew she probably couldn’t put much, if any weight on that wounded leg, and he stayed close to her.  He held an arm out, ready to catch her if she was to fall or find too much pain.  

As she cursed her leg, he rolled his eyes once more, seriously wanting to grab her arms or at least her waist as she made the decisions that finally ended with her in the wheelchair.  He scoffed, “Don’t ask for help.  No.  That’s not Mika’s thing…”

As he made fun of her, he waved his hands around.  He then looked at her with sympathy, squatting down in front of her and placing both his hands on her thighs.  He wanted to make sure she was good before they went to check in.  Being here, in a hotel that was normally pretty overpriced for a hunter, he knew they were safe.  They weren’t in a hurry, really.  He quickly rubbed her thigh, before making eye contact with her, “Are you good?  You didn’t pop a stitch, did you?”

He smiled warmly, his eyes scanning to find her mental state.