[ Everything neat and where it should be, he leans back to give Dean a slower once-over. There's blood all over his clothes and a bit splattered on his skin. Castiel thinks he and Sam must have given them a good fight by the state of him, and absently, he reaches out to rub off some of the red across Dean's jaw, dropping his hand down to curl it around Dean's and the bottle once he's done. He lifts it to his mouth to take a sip, humming over the question. ]
Maybe. [ He has a bottle of something in another bag. ] But you shouldn't drink that if you want it.
[ Castiel knows more than he should about mixing liquor and drugs. He'd tried enough to be an expert, and he isn't going to risk giving Dean painkillers in addition to the booze. He's already hurt; he doesn't want to kill him. Gently, he releases the hold he has on the bottle and slips his fingers up to hold his wrist. ]
Come on. [ It's a slight tug. ] I'll help you clean up and then give it to you.
[ At the very least, they can get his clothes changed and Dean into bed. Castiel isn't all that tired now, but it's better than just sitting around watching Dean try to drink away the pain. ]
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Maybe. [ He has a bottle of something in another bag. ] But you shouldn't drink that if you want it.
[ Castiel knows more than he should about mixing liquor and drugs. He'd tried enough to be an expert, and he isn't going to risk giving Dean painkillers in addition to the booze. He's already hurt; he doesn't want to kill him. Gently, he releases the hold he has on the bottle and slips his fingers up to hold his wrist. ]
Come on. [ It's a slight tug. ] I'll help you clean up and then give it to you.
[ At the very least, they can get his clothes changed and Dean into bed. Castiel isn't all that tired now, but it's better than just sitting around watching Dean try to drink away the pain. ]