Dean took some petty pride seeing that while he might not've drawn blood, he had given Slappy some souvenirs: no doubt he'd be nursing a bruised lip and black eye.

"Thanks," he said and swapped his hand for a tissue, doing as she said and pinching the bridge of his nose. He had the distinct feeling of being scolded like a kid - he was used to bleeding, seeing as his job was more than a little "high risk", but having someone standing over a simple nosebleed and looking at him like that was a new one. He flashed the nurse - not Hello Nurse, but a different one - a grin, the one that usually charmed his way through a female witness's front door. "Sure thing."

He flashed her a thumbs up with the hand that wasn't busy trying to deal with the bloody nose, grinning around the tissue and not caring how he looked. Far as he was concerned, he was already feeling better. Still...for a demon, he didn't get Slappy. Slappy should've been able to toss him around easily but he'd been almost - almost too easy. There weren't such things as wussy demons, were there?