Dean shook his head at Bela. "Think puttin' ice on Gene at this point would be adding insult to injury, but thanks. Some stuff you just don't want cold on."
He noticed that Sam had splashed his face, even though he couldn't see the lower lip wibble. He remembered his father telling stories about how Sam hated water in his face, so he picked up the little guy and cradled him to his chest. "Think we're about clean, huh 'ammy." He looked to Bela. "Can you hand me a towel or two?"