He didn't step back. He stayed close. Mary made all the scrapes and bruises he had taken vanish. Even if they weren't there anymore, he still felt them. Her Dad was one of the few people he would take that sort of licking from. "His hand looks bad. I'm no doctor though. The skin on his knuckles is just..." Stevie shook his head slowly. "It's black and blue everywhere else. After I tied him up a stabilized it. He fought me the whole way when I was trying to do that. I'm not sure he feels it."
He pulled back just enough to give her a little impish grin. "He stinks worse than I do." And Stevie knew Dean was dirtier than he was. Though he knew his face needed a weed whacker. With her he was starting to feel more like himself.