[ He thinks they will help with that, and he doesn't comment on it, only giving the slightest nod before moving a step closer. Even if it makes him hesitate, makes him feel like this is the first time he's ever gotten close to anyone like this, it still doesn't overpower the intrigue of it. The flare of excitement that rushes up when he thinks he can do this. He's allowed, and there shouldn't be any boundaries because of it. So, after a second or two, he simply leans in, searching for the shirt he'd used to help clean the wound, and uses one of the cleaner edges to wipe at more of the blood on Dean's face.
He's quiet as he does it, focused so intensely on the slide of skin and doing the best he can. Their place still doesn't have running water, dependent on the dorms for it, and though there's some they've stored in a jug or two, it wouldn't be the same as a shower. And that thought just... quickly deteriorates in another direction entirely, causing him to laugh. ]
I'll look at it in the morning too. [ Just to say something, anything. ]
Did you... need anything else?
[ Castiel bites his lip again as he looks at him, poised with the shirt in his fist and his other hand resting against the center of Dean's chest. He'll insist on getting him into bed if he declines, not so much concerned with the fact the other man doesn't appreciate being ordered around. He's never cared about that, always pushing, and now that Dean's somewhat injured, it just means he might get away with it better than usual. ]
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He's quiet as he does it, focused so intensely on the slide of skin and doing the best he can. Their place still doesn't have running water, dependent on the dorms for it, and though there's some they've stored in a jug or two, it wouldn't be the same as a shower. And that thought just... quickly deteriorates in another direction entirely, causing him to laugh. ]
I'll look at it in the morning too. [ Just to say something, anything. ]
Did you... need anything else?
[ Castiel bites his lip again as he looks at him, poised with the shirt in his fist and his other hand resting against the center of Dean's chest. He'll insist on getting him into bed if he declines, not so much concerned with the fact the other man doesn't appreciate being ordered around. He's never cared about that, always pushing, and now that Dean's somewhat injured, it just means he might get away with it better than usual. ]