He let Heather work at him, only wincing slightly when she pressed the gauze against him. Fingers taking over the place where her own had momentarily been, Sam held the gauze in place until it was properly secured by the bandages. Nodding in approval, he said, "Thanks again. As it turns out, it's a lot easier doing this kind of thing when there's actually someone around to help you." Dean was usually there, for the most part. But there was that point in time where he wasn't alive to help his brother out with this sort of stuff. Had to learn the hard way.
"We should celebrate this tomorrow," Sam said suddenly. "I mean, the whole kicking ass thing. Not the part where I got my ass kicked in return."