[ Not yet. And he's not lying. Last time he died he went to Hell and both of them know how that toasty vacation went. Flaring his nostrils he finally pulls out clean bandages, the tape, and lifts his chin towards a small cabinet set under a stained-glass window that-- well, it's a charming depiction of what he got up to in Hell. ]
Whiskey's in there. We're gonna need it. Then take your shirt off.
[ This is what penance is, right? That he's about to offer to take a look at those wounds and do what he can with what he has. A closeup of every single injury he'd sent Cas to suffer without blinking. ]
no subject
[ Not yet. And he's not lying. Last time he died he went to Hell and both of them know how that toasty vacation went. Flaring his nostrils he finally pulls out clean bandages, the tape, and lifts his chin towards a small cabinet set under a stained-glass window that-- well, it's a charming depiction of what he got up to in Hell. ]
Whiskey's in there. We're gonna need it. Then take your shirt off.
[ This is what penance is, right? That he's about to offer to take a look at those wounds and do what he can with what he has. A closeup of every single injury he'd sent Cas to suffer without blinking. ]