While they're moving Dean takes off his jacket and flannel, then puts his jacket again. He uses his flannel to staunch the worst of the bleeding he can while still keeping them both balanced. As they get further from the creatures, he comes back to himself a little.

Robin showing him how to properly position his clumsy fingers on the guitar frets. She's sitting close enough that he can feel her body heat. She talks to him with a patience and kindness that makes him want to run as far away from her as he can.

He suppresses a flinch. The phantom of her soft hands against his own calloused ones makes his him wants to scratch at his skin until he can't feel it anymore. He ignores and keeps his hands steady where he's pressing against the woman's wounds.

Dan asks Dean how he got here, but Dean isn't sure it's safe to tell him that he's completely lost. On one hand, Dan might be able to tell him where they are, but on the other that puts Dean in a much more vulnerable position.

"I was camping with a friend, but uh-" he puts on a tone of sheepishness, "-I got completely lost. I'd been wandering for hours when I heard shouting."

There, that was a believable enough story.

"How about you, you from around here?"