Dean laughed at her accepting the challenge of sneaking back into the house without Bobby noticing what they had been up to, or what little blood was still soaked into their hair and clothes.  

He ran one of his hands down from the side of her face, down her chest and over her side, covering her wound with his hand, “We’ll have to clean you up in a bit.  A warm bath would probably do you some good, before we start to stink…”

He smiled warmly and was about to kiss her when she asked about his injuries.  He honestly hadn’t thought about them.  He was so focused on her, and the way her body moved, and how well she knew every sensitive area and right things to say, that he forgot he was nursing a broken nose and a pretty gnarly bruise across his cheek bone.

“I’ve had worse.  Trust me.”, he glanced toward his chest, and smirked, moving to let her do the same thing she had allowed, when they had first met back up.  He picked up her hand, and placed it on his chest, just over the scarring gash that had almost taken him from her, letting her feel it.