As Dean moved his hand down her skin, she let her hand move from her gash and let him touch the area himself, knowing he wouldn't have taken her dismissing it as enough. That's one thing she always loved about him, just how much he needed to know for himself that she was indeed alright. His words about getting a bath when they get inside before they started to stink made her smile and nod. "probably the best call" she agreed to him. 

Like him, she too always worried about him more than herself. The only times she was genuinely scared for herself was at times when her injuries were fatal, like her back or even to some degree her leg from back in Minnesota as she was convinced at one point he'd have to take her to the hospital to be patched up. Or the time he had save her from drowning in the sea from a fight on a hunt that went massively wrong. She had thought that time she was a goner, just drowning and blacking out until the next thing she knew Dean was hovering over her on the harbour bringing her back. Any other time, she worried massively over Dean and whatever injuries he received, be with minor or fatal. 

The moment though he said he had worse, she realised and remembered his story about how he almost died and she wasn't there to be with him, pangs of anger toward John trying to creep back up again but she kept those feelings squashed down as he took her hand and moved it to his scar that she could just tell would have been the kill blow if he had indeed died alone. Her fingers lightly brushed over the scar tissue taking in the feel of it under her fignertips as she ran her fingers along the full length of it. 

Leaning down she lightly kissed the scar, letting her kiss linger for a few seconds before lifting her head back up and taking his face into her hand. "We've both had worse, I guess we now match" she smiled somberly at him.