Sam wanted to get up and help her dress the wound. He was fairly experienced with basic medical clean-up - being a hunter, you kind of had to be - but Sam knew that doing so probably wouldn't have been all too wise. He was still thinking about her blood and Sam knew that Sunshine was over there thinking about how dangerous he potentially was. Sam had to hold his ground and play things out as delicately as possible until they got back to camp. Forcing himself to focus on checking the guns over and loading them up as quickly as possible, Sam quietly went about his business until Sunshine chose to speak to him again. No arms experience. That would complicate things a little, but Sam hardly planned on letting her walk out without a gun in her hands. "Bullets don't always work on the targets around here," Sam explained, setting one of the shotguns on the bed beside himself. "Some'll take the hit and keep walking. Demons, for example." Sam cast Sunshine a half glance over his shoulder. "It's why you've got to make sure you're using the right kind of things against these guys. Silver won't hurt 'em, but rounds loaded with rock salt will." Sam pressed a few rounds into one of the guns at that. "And even then, it's still not enough to stop regular demons. It'll slow them down, but it won't stop them. Exorcisms are usually the only way." Then there were other things. Rare exceptions. Like Ruby's knife, the Colt, and him. But only when Sam was loaded on demon juice, which he was currently out of and trying not to think about at all. "I'm pretty sure those things out there aren't demons. So these bullets have the added bonus of hurting a person without killing them." That was, if they shot them in the chests. Something told Sam that a rock salt round to the face wouldn't end well.
"Here's hoping you're a quick learner," Sam said, finishing off his own shotgun. It looked set. He set it beside the first, then leaned forward with his hands clasped together in his lap. It was still difficult, but he kept his back turned. At the sound of something hitting the floor, however, Sam couldn't help but tense a little. What was she doing? "Is everything okay over there?" He paused briefly, then tried again. "Are you sure you don't want me to help?" Probably a stupid question. Of course she didn't want him to help. Sam couldn't quite forget the way she had reacted to him staring at her arm like he was some kind of blood obsessed freak. It was something that he still couldn't blame her for, too. Frustrated, Sam put a hand to his eyes and rubbed at them tiredly. Once they got back to camp, he was probably going to need to rest. For a little while. Sam still needed to find Jo and his mother - he wasn't okay with the idea that they were still out there with all those people going crazy on each other, themselves likely included. Knowing that they were still out there meant that Sam probably wasn't going to get much rest in. It was still something that he needed to get, even if it was only for a few hours. He'd already been up and running for a day and a half without a wink.