"Sammy…" Dean huffed. "It's only a graze. You don't have to go all fussy on me."
"Shut up, Dean. It needs stitches. Now sit still and let me clean this so we can get done."
"We need to go, Sam."
"The police are busy. It'll be a bit before they catch on to what happened."
"Sam."
"Dean."
"Just pack up, Sammy. Please?"
Sam stared at his self-sacrificing big brother for several seconds. "Knock it off, Dean. Quit arguing and wasting time. The quicker we're done, the quicker we can leave."
Dean sighed; defeated in the face of his brother's logic.
