At the best of times Parker was random, saying what was on her mind and expecting everyone to understand what she meant. Luckily for Dean, he had a good ear for her types of babble. A talent that had allowed them to bond quickly after they first met. To hear Parker talking about her old crew from Portland was commonplace and he understood where that came from. If you couldn't physically be with someone you cared about then the second best thing was to talk about them, the things you missed most. Because even though it was painful at least you could make sure that you didn't forget them. But when Parker simply gave into Dean's teasing there was usually a reason for it. Either she was in a really, really good mood, which the hunter doubted because her rig was in near shambles and that just simply wouldn't stand when it came to the ex-thief, or she was distracted about something else and that was the tricky one. That's where Dean had to guess by asking 21 questions that Parker could evade as easily as she steal and then replace the Hope Diamond, because she was bored. That still blew Dean's mind if he gave himself time to think about it, but the hunter couldn't let himself get off track now. Not when he needed to find out what was up with-
Parker was bleeding. He could see the dark patches forming in the black cloth of her shirt and pants and it made Dean pull harder. Ignoring the slight burn in his hands before the blond was finally within his reach and he could pull her up and over the edge, abandoning the rigging as he pulled them out of the line of fire. With both of them sitting on the ground, Dean with one arm wrapped around the woman's back, he let his concern win over any impulse he had to check on the battle outside.
His next words were quiet, kept between them as he lifted a hand to check on her arm, "Parker, you're bleeding. Why didn't you tell me earlier?"