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Nov 26, 2011 02:06

characters. dean winchester and castiel
verse. bullets in a bible
summary. fearless leader is brought back from a raid injured.

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insouciantmaybe November 28 2011, 07:25:09 UTC

Cas had locked himself in his cabin during all of this and tried to sleep away his burdens. Away from the orgies, inventory, and grunts he spent his time alone licking the wounds from when Dean had carved him up and praying his leader would get better. No one bothered him because no one knew where the spare key was except Dean. So, he slept and fitfully denying the plate of food at his bedside in favor of rest.

slains November 28 2011, 07:41:01 UTC

Dean walked out into the camp, using a rake he had found up against his cabin. The 'limp' wasn't something he was digging very much as he looked around the area for a moment. He got the Cas's cabin, leaning against the rake he was using before moving down to grab the spare key to his home before walking in. "You look like shit," he croaked out, still leaning against the rake he was using to move around. "And smell even worse. What'd I say about crackin' the damn window."

insouciantmaybe November 28 2011, 16:27:22 UTC

Castiel rolled over and made hazy eye contact, offering his fearless leader a smile as he went to do as he was told. One cracked window later he was sat up on the bed indian style, making mental notes of Dean's injuries. "You're okay."

slains November 28 2011, 17:24:07 UTC

While Cas made himself busy with opening a window before he moved to lay down on the bed, carelessly dropping the rake somewhere where he had been standing before. "'Course I am. Who did you think you were dealing with?" The last remaining Winchester chuckled as he laid back where he was on the bed. Slowly he put his arms behind his head as he looked on at the former angel, studying him for a little bit. For the most part, he had known that he had called for Cas in his delirium. He wasn't sure if it was a good thing but he knew that it wasn't something that he wanted to have holding over his head. Not that Cas would do such a thing.

"...what about you?" It wasn't a question he asked often or...at all.

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