Dean raised his head from the pillow and looked back over his shoulder.
"Come on, Sam, stop messing about and get on with it!"
Irritation and a little wry humour coloured his words as he lay face down and butt naked on the shabby comforter.
Sam hefted the pot of antiseptic cream and surveyed Dean's raw and grazed skin.
"Wow, you got dragged real bad, bro."
Sam mused nervously dipping his fingers in the cold ointment.
"Tell me about it, it smarts like hell."
"Ummmm..."
Sam slapped on a blob of cream.
"But did it have to be your ass!"