( He nods once, dutifully, at her instruction. Probably for the best that she talks him through it, considering his version of cleaning involves straight-up dumping a shitload of high-proof alcohol on the wound and calling it good enough, usually.
He retreats into the back. Spends only a handful of seconds searching out her bag, and he's got it cracked open by the time he steps back into the room, lying out supplies from within it quickly but methodically. )
Jesus Christ, Mary Poppins, how much crap do you keep in here?
( It is, in all likelihood, a perfectly reasonable array of supplies. Dean's first aid kits, if they can even be called as much, generally amount to gauze, duct tape, sewing needles, dental floss, and whiskey. Anything more than that's practically bougie. )
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He retreats into the back. Spends only a handful of seconds searching out her bag, and he's got it cracked open by the time he steps back into the room, lying out supplies from within it quickly but methodically. )
Jesus Christ, Mary Poppins, how much crap do you keep in here?
( It is, in all likelihood, a perfectly reasonable array of supplies. Dean's first aid kits, if they can even be called as much, generally amount to gauze, duct tape, sewing needles, dental floss, and whiskey. Anything more than that's practically bougie. )