"Your face looks weird," Sam replies distractedly, checking Dean over as he tries to find that injury. "And my hair grew. Kinda like the rest of me."

He gets down to Dean's ankles, finally noticing the blood. Which has him pulling up the leg and hissing at the sight of the wound. Looking around, he shucks off his flannel and takes out a knife, cutting strips off the bottom to start making a bandage. "Looks like people are gathering over there. Let me get this covered and we'll head over there, yeah?"