Dean gives her an exasperated look and raises one of his arms, displaying the bleeding. "Clinic ain't just for you."

Then he gives her a critical look, changing direction to head back over to her, rolling up one of his sleeves before pulling a knife out of the back of his boot along the way. Then he stops before her, drawing it across the inside of his arm just hard enough to cause a thin line of blood to well up before reversing the knife to give it to her hilt first. "Your turn."

Dammit, today was supposed to be one of the days he didn't bleed. Not outside or whatever he managed through skinning his knuckles or something like working on the car.