Castiel ignores the complaints with monumental patience, doesn't say a word as he cleans and bandages every wound that requires his attention. There's no point in wrapping Dean's bruised arm; he'll just have to be exceptionally careful with it in the days to come. Cas will keep an eye on him.
There's one last wound, on the back of Dean's neck just where the top of the spine leaves that knot of hard bone before sinking back into the flesh to travel up to the skull. Cas remembers putting Dean's spine back into order too, rebuilding the cartilage and realigning each vertebra.
He leans over Dean instead of asking him to turn around, swabbing over the scrape with disinfectant, his shoulder nearly touching Dean's nose.
He pays the task of patching Dean up the same attention as a doctor would brain surgery, as if one false move would send him into seizures- no, even more reverently than that. He patches Dean up as if he were praying.
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There's one last wound, on the back of Dean's neck just where the top of the spine leaves that knot of hard bone before sinking back into the flesh to travel up to the skull. Cas remembers putting Dean's spine back into order too, rebuilding the cartilage and realigning each vertebra.
He leans over Dean instead of asking him to turn around, swabbing over the scrape with disinfectant, his shoulder nearly touching Dean's nose.
He pays the task of patching Dean up the same attention as a doctor would brain surgery, as if one false move would send him into seizures- no, even more reverently than that. He patches Dean up as if he were praying.