[ With light now, it's easier to make out everything in the room--including Dean. Castiel makes his way toward him, expression solemn even as he takes immediate notice of the wound on his arm. He might have expected any other answer, but the fact he'd gone to talk to them... There's softer scoff in response. ]
I take it your brother convinced you to go. [ Which is surprising considering how Sam had asked him to keep in check, more or less. ] That wasn't very smart.
[ And then, he's reaching out to take Dean's wrist, pulling his arm closer to inspect the injury. He says nothing about their proximity, about whatever had happened almost a week ago. Things are peaceful, strangely enough, and he's enjoying it a little too much. Castiel eases his arm back to Dean's side a second later and steps around him. ]
Let me help you. [ Even if he doesn't let him have the choice, already heading straight for the supplies they have. ]
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I take it your brother convinced you to go. [ Which is surprising considering how Sam had asked him to keep in check, more or less. ] That wasn't very smart.
[ And then, he's reaching out to take Dean's wrist, pulling his arm closer to inspect the injury. He says nothing about their proximity, about whatever had happened almost a week ago. Things are peaceful, strangely enough, and he's enjoying it a little too much. Castiel eases his arm back to Dean's side a second later and steps around him. ]
Let me help you. [ Even if he doesn't let him have the choice, already heading straight for the supplies they have. ]