FDR comes back with the bandages and the cloth and he sits on the crumpled sheets next to the other...him.

"Alright. Let's fix it." And his voice has softened just a bit because he couldn't help but catch that damn exchange between Dean and him and...whatever. It doesn't stop him from snatching the arm and wrapping the cloth in it just long enough to clean up the smeared mess he's made of himself, and then he's slapping on the bandage.

"That get you all hot and bothered?" He asks Dean with a teasing brow. "You finally get to see me with a mark."