[Dirty knives. Yeah, that doesn't really do much to reassure him. At all. He watches Dean for a moment while the older man works. He's a lot more still than usual. Moving a lot more slowly. The way someone would if they're either in pain or trying not to puke. And considering...]
Still nauseated?
[He follows Dean's gaze to the drawers, then nods and moves over, opening the second drawer and pulling out a bottle of what he assumes is holy water. Though why Dean's using holy water for this, he's not sure. His eyebrows are furrowed as he hands it over.]
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Still nauseated?
[He follows Dean's gaze to the drawers, then nods and moves over, opening the second drawer and pulling out a bottle of what he assumes is holy water. Though why Dean's using holy water for this, he's not sure. His eyebrows are furrowed as he hands it over.]
What's the holy water for anyway?