Whatever, you recover over there. Cas climbs off of the bed and heads into the bathroom to scrub his face.

Oh god. It's in his stubble. ...IT'S IN HIS EYEBROW. If Cas was at all squeamish about body fluids it'd be nasty, but it's more of an inconvenience than anything. He returns to the bed after less than a minute, stretching out on the mattress beside Dean. Okay, so he's a little proud of himself. He totally did that to him.