"We're total morons," he grumbled, getting out of his chair after setting the hex bag on the table and moving to the duffel bags piled up on his bed. Glancing at his little brother asleep in the other bed, Dean pulled a very well stocked first aid kit from the box and held it out to her, sitting back at the table a moment later.
He wasn't sure what she planned to do, hanging out with them at night, but he figured she'd patch herself up and move on. Eventually Castiel would come back and probably have his time bitching at Meg and then striking up more of their weird relationship. Either way, he and Sam had better things to do. "How bad was it there, anyway?"