[It's an affirmative sound, one that makes Dean pale a little because he is, indeed, still horrendously nauseous. He's stubborn, though, and this is important, and he's feeling better than he did by leaps and bounds so he remembers not to nod and waits for the bottle. He lets Stiles basically offer it into his face before reaching for it, carefully arranging himself and the first aid items so he can free up both hands to unscrew the lid.]
Peroxide, iodine, booze for regular infection. Holy water for demonic infection, sometimes. See if it helps. [And he does, indeed, begin to wash out the scratch in question with the holy water. It's not very effective with anything but the worst but most basic of demonic infections, has only helped once that Dean has seen, but it's simple enough to try and it doesn't hurt, so why not.
He'll hold off becoming actively concerned until he's exhausted all of his options first. It's just a cut. When he's to the point where he's putting pressure on it again without really reacting as though it hurts at all, he looks back up at Stiles.] You good? Lydia?
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[It's an affirmative sound, one that makes Dean pale a little because he is, indeed, still horrendously nauseous. He's stubborn, though, and this is important, and he's feeling better than he did by leaps and bounds so he remembers not to nod and waits for the bottle. He lets Stiles basically offer it into his face before reaching for it, carefully arranging himself and the first aid items so he can free up both hands to unscrew the lid.]
Peroxide, iodine, booze for regular infection. Holy water for demonic infection, sometimes. See if it helps. [And he does, indeed, begin to wash out the scratch in question with the holy water. It's not very effective with anything but the worst but most basic of demonic infections, has only helped once that Dean has seen, but it's simple enough to try and it doesn't hurt, so why not.
He'll hold off becoming actively concerned until he's exhausted all of his options first. It's just a cut. When he's to the point where he's putting pressure on it again without really reacting as though it hurts at all, he looks back up at Stiles.] You good? Lydia?