Sam winced as Dean poured peroxide over the wound. He noticed how Dean didn't tell him to quit whining or call him a baby. Was he really so damaged that Dean had to treat him with kid's gloves?
With the wound cleaned, Dean applied an ointment and bandaged the hand.
"Why aren't you making fun of me for wincing?" Sam asked.
"You've got enough going on."
"It's bad enough I've got Lucifer messing with me. You start acting different and I might start believing him. Might start thinking this isn't real."
Dean frowned. "Bitch," he finally said.
Sam smiled. "Jerk."