Sam just snorted. He hadn't been lanky until his growth spurt had hit and it had been as much a surprise to him as to his brother and father that he'd eventually topped them both.
"That 'pink' stuff stings because it's killing germs, so you don't get an infection, or even better, gangrene."
His tone was brusque, but his hands were surprisingly gentle. It did sting though.
Without a word, he palmed a dose of painkillers for the headache he knew Dean would have after a knock like that, and placed it on the nightstand in view of his brother.