Dean nodded quietly. "Alright." He felt himself relax marginally. You couldn't really take chances when you were on the run. He looked like a mess, he was sure. He hadn't seen himself in a mirror in ages and who the hell knew what sleeping on the ground all the time did for him.
He looked her over, taking in the way she looked. No dark mark, a few scars from something...maybe. He didn't know. Alright. Maybe she was safer than the others. "I...Well, honestly, I sort of got it caught and now I've got a fairly good cut on it.." He looked at it for a moment before adding. "And a huge bruise to match."
He worried his lower lip for a moment. "I'm not very good at healing spells. I guess I should have put some more effort into learning them. It just...didn't seem important at the time." He unwrapped his hand. "I knew enough to clean it out and wrap it...but I'm at a loss from there."