[ Castiel had made certain that his future self's unconscious body was safely returned to his room, changed into clean clothes and put to bed. While he was at it, he scrubbed his body clean -- all of it, including as much of any build up of toxins as he thought safe to remove -- with just a touch of his hand.
Cas shouldn't suffer from the unique symptoms of alcohol withdrawal or anything else he may have recently imbibed, which means no hangover.
Still, he watched over him, pondering over what little he understood of their interaction, of this or any of the previous ones actually... and in the morning he had filched a two hardboiled eggs, three sausage links and coffee, all of which were cold by the time he set them on the table beside the sleeping former angel's bed. Then he just stood there.
Watching.
You'd think that after getting yelled at for this by any number of people, he would stop. But when you've spent hundreds of years watching over humanity, some habits were really hard to kick. ]
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Cas shouldn't suffer from the unique symptoms of alcohol withdrawal or anything else he may have recently imbibed, which means no hangover.
Still, he watched over him, pondering over what little he understood of their interaction, of this or any of the previous ones actually... and in the morning he had filched a two hardboiled eggs, three sausage links and coffee, all of which were cold by the time he set them on the table beside the sleeping former angel's bed. Then he just stood there.
Watching.
You'd think that after getting yelled at for this by any number of people, he would stop. But when you've spent hundreds of years watching over humanity, some habits were really hard to kick. ]