"Babe, you gotta stop doing karate." Dean said, looking through his stuff for some pain meds for him. He winced, looking at him. "You look like you got run over by a truck. I'm so sorry for you. Here, take this Percocet. It will help the pain." Dean told him. Then he kissed him softly. "I love you, babe. It's so hard seeing you like this."
Daniel had saved his life. Dean wasn't paying him back, but at least he got to take care oh him.