"OW! What the fuck!"

"It's covered in guano, Dean!" Sam held his brother's arm still and poured more whiskey over the bite. "I've got to clean it before it gets infected!"

"Guano?" Dean scoffed. "It's bat shit!" He groaned as the cave's sickening miasma worked its way down his throat. "Oh man, I think I'm gonna hurl!"

"I'm done, okay?" Sam blew out a breath. "Stay still while I get some honey on there."

"Honey? What am I, lunch?"

"It'll protect your wound and you damn well know it!" Sam groused. "Now shut up and let me save your arm!"