He can support her with his arms without injuring his hand. He understands her hesitation and waits for her to make the decision before scooping her up. Somehow he manages to carry her and unlock the room door, pushing it open with his foot.

He looks over his shoulder to her when she prompts him to salt the windows and doors while talking to Dean. Last he could recall, there was a bag of salt in her vehicle. "One thing at a time," he mouths to her. He would go and return the moment he hung up the phone. He also brought back the first aid kit for the both of them. He started to pull out the gauze and alcohol for wounds. He wraps his hand up first only so that he's more freely able to tend to her. "Yeah, no. If something happened to you, I couldn't live with myself. She doesn't know me as well as you do. What did you believe?"