[ with the gauze wrapped around his wound, dean finally feels like he can relax. of course, the cut still throbs, and his entire arm feels like it's on fire. still, he waits for cas to find something -- and he better do so, dean really needs a drink or eight right now -- and when cas emerges with a bottle, he's more than happy to take it as it's offered.
with the cap off, he throws the bottle back easily enough, taking a long swig even while the liquid burns down his throat. with a satisfied sigh, he just sits there for a moment, breathing as some tension drains from his frame. ]
Do you-- [ he hisses some as he moves his injured arm. ] ...Do you have anything else? For this.
[ something to take the pain away, maybe. because dean's not entirely sure if he'll be able to sleep with the pain of his arm... even if cas is there, next to him. ]
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with the cap off, he throws the bottle back easily enough, taking a long swig even while the liquid burns down his throat. with a satisfied sigh, he just sits there for a moment, breathing as some tension drains from his frame. ]
Do you-- [ he hisses some as he moves his injured arm. ] ...Do you have anything else? For this.
[ something to take the pain away, maybe. because dean's not entirely sure if he'll be able to sleep with the pain of his arm... even if cas is there, next to him. ]