[ The fact that he doesn't appear amused doesn't offset Castiel's own mood, still smiling as he takes the ruined shirt and wipes his hands off before snatching up some of the bandages. Now comes the gauze and something to keep the stitches from sticking to it, making quicker work of wrapping it in place so he can let the other man sit for a few minutes. He drops the needle back into the box, arms behind his back to stretch now that the immediate crisis is over.
His body's still sore from falling asleep in the wrong position, and it's a hard reminder that life hasn't always been this easy. ]
There might be something we haven't drank yet. I'll check.
[ Which is exactly what he does, crouching down where he'd left some of his things from earlier to search through them. There's not much in the way of edibles inside--some rope, ammo, a spare gun and its accompanying knife. But tucked underneath all those things is a bottle that's had its labeled peeled off, the glass dark and the contents strong when he unscrews the cap.
Without another word, Castiel returns to the table to offer it to him and carefully reaches around him to clean up the mess he's made. ]
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His body's still sore from falling asleep in the wrong position, and it's a hard reminder that life hasn't always been this easy. ]
There might be something we haven't drank yet. I'll check.
[ Which is exactly what he does, crouching down where he'd left some of his things from earlier to search through them. There's not much in the way of edibles inside--some rope, ammo, a spare gun and its accompanying knife. But tucked underneath all those things is a bottle that's had its labeled peeled off, the glass dark and the contents strong when he unscrews the cap.
Without another word, Castiel returns to the table to offer it to him and carefully reaches around him to clean up the mess he's made. ]