Dean had taken his time, and used as much hot water as the shower would allow. He forgot how much of a pain in the ass it was to dry himself and get dressed with one hand. But he couldn't move his fingers. And now that he'd stopped to rest. Stop to think. The pain was actually starting to seep in again. It was starting to run up his arm. And he liked it. It was good enough to ebb everything else away.
Shuffling in to the room. He paused when he noticed she was sleeping in the bed. It was then he realized he'd taken too long to get back home. Rather than wake her up so he could crawl back into the bed, he flopped down in the chair she'd used to patch him up. Propping his feet up, he crossed his arms over his chest, and settled in.