Dean half slammed the door to the Impala. "Thanks." Joden grunted as she got out of the car and pushed the door shut. "Don't mention it. Hey you sure you're alright?" he asked as she winced ad put her hand on her side. "Yeah I'm just fine." She smiled sourly. "Thanks again." She turned around and started walked to her house. "You're fine, my ass." He said catching up with her. "Oh, Deeaaan! No you'r-" "Yes, yes I am ok? Now get inside Joden." He chuckled. She groaned and followed him up the sidewalk and inside. She went into the kitchen and looked under the sink, muttering to herself. Dean watched her for a moment before making himself comfortable on the couch. She came back with a beer and a little white box that said 'First Aid Emergency Care Kit' on it in half worn off red letters. She handed the beer to Dean, then opened the box and put a few things on the small table next to the couch. She turned on the lamp, and sat on the arm of the couch closest to it. "Wait, you can do that?" he asked. She laughed. And Dean listened. He had never heard her laugh, and he thought it was the best sound he had heard all day. "Of course. My um, my mother wanted to be a nurse, so she taught me what she knew." Joden picked up the small forceps* from the table next to her and pulled her shirt up. She looked down at her side. About an inch above her left hip, a bandage with a bit of cloth stuffed under it covered her skin. She sighed and gritted her teeth and started pulling it off. It hurt, with all the dried blood, and fresh blood oozing out. She gasped slightly, and she dropped the bandage it started bleeding again. "Dammit…" she growled, and wiped it away with another cloth from the kit. She put the forceps to the wound and tightened her jaw, preparing herself. Dean look away, telling himself he was trying to protect her modesty, as it was impolite to stare at a woman's waist. But he knew it was because he was squeamish. "There!" she half whimpered triumphantly. He glanced up at her as she dropped the bullet on the table. She was breathing hard, and her hand was shaking. Blood now coated the area beneath the wound, as the bullet has stopped some of it. She reached for the roll of gauze, and knocked it off the table. "Fuck…" she whispered to herself. She leaned over to pick it up. But Dean got up and grabbed it. "Lean back, you've lost blood. Let me help." He said, trying to sound calm or soothing. She lifted her face a little to look at him, and her breath almost caught. He was right there. So close. Only a few inches from her, and if she just- "Alright…" she grumbled, and leaned back. He seemed to relax as she backed up, but she could have been imagining. He cleaned her wound, and she gasped when the medicine stung. "Sshhshshshh It's almost done, almost there okay? See? All done…?" he said quietly trying to comfort her. He got another clean bandage and took a piece of gauze and placed them over her waist. "Thanks." She muttered as he pulled her shirt back down, his fingers lingered for a moment on her hip before he stood up straight again. She sighed and pushed herself off the couch, carefully keeping a bit of space between her and Dean.