[He closes his eyes as she brushes her fingers over the healing wound.]

He would have done a lot more if Dean hadn't shown up when he did. He just bit me. I'm okay. I didn't -- I didn't turn or anything. [His voice wavers just a bit at the word turn. Because Jerry hadn't turned him, but he'd sure as hell turned others. Chris. Mickey.]

She set him on fire. With a Molotov cocktail.