"Muscle memory, eh?" Dean asked, finishing up with the bandages. "Okay. Let the Percocet kick in. And sweetheart, you don't try to upset anyone. You just don't have a tendency to think before you speak. And some people don't like that." Dean said, glad that Daniel didn't seem to need the hospital.
Kissing him, Dean asked, "Can I get you anything else? You sure you don't need a doctor?"