"Why wouldn't you? I mean, if we came across some dead monster types, we can cut them open and see what makes them tick. How they're different. It'd probably be frowned on here, but all these monsters can't be friendly." Everything was research. Sam barely even moved when Dean was cleaning up his wound. It was in a crazy spot, one he could barely see in a mirror and one he couldn't reach. He felt better that it was getting stitched up anyway, and on its way to healing.
"So what kinds of stuff have you been doing since you've been here aside from not playing mortician? You said you've been here a couple of months, right?"