Wow. Mr. Daniels is working his magic but good tonight because Dean could have sworn Cas was right over--no, that's a coat rack. Whatever.

He hisses when Cas applies ice to the bruise, but he's had plenty of experience icing hurts and doesn't yank his arm away. Really, they should have done this yesterday, but better late than never, right?

"You hear me, Cas? Sleep."