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cas ([personal profile] indecadence) wrote 2014-03-29 12:29 am (UTC)

[ There's only a sigh, moving away from him to gather something to soak up the excess blood; they needed to save what gauze they had anyway. Then, after Dean's on the table, he's crowding into his space with the shirt he's picked up and the disinfectant, bracing his arm again as he thumbs open the wound. It's going to hurt, he's sure, but there's no point wasting his breath on something so obvious, tipping and pouring the stuff into it. Only a little, though, and he lets it bleed again, gaze lifting to meet Dean's eyes. ]

I think I fell asleep. Before that-- [ He lifts his shoulder in a shrug as he applies pressure to Dean's arm. ] I've been searching parts of the city. It's as if no one was ever really here.

[ Which is creepy, to say the least. Another minute or two passes before he lifts the now ruined material and exchanges everything for the needle and it's counterpart. Castiel leans in again, almost casual as he wipes flecks of blood from Dean's cheek with the tip of his finger. ]

I'll try to be gentle. [ The smile he gives means it's supposed to be a joke. ]

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