[ Huh. Cas takes the... device and looks at the picture of his own back on it.
Artistically pleasing, he supposes, except he's... not sure he appreciates the visual.
He still feels them sometimes, like a phantom sensation. Like he could just beat them and take flight again. For a moment, Cas just stands there and looks at the picture, forlorn.
Well. They gave him antlers that look like wing stumps, and there's stained glass depicting Dean in Hell.
Cheerful place. Cas sets the phone down, then snorts. ]
Buy a guy dinner first, Dean.
[ Barbs and needles and deflections and defenses too high.
Trying to keep his wincing to a minimum, Cas makes short work of the bandages. If there's one thing he's learned in the apocalypse alongside Dean, it's efficiency when handling wounds and their treatment. He's no stranger to stitching up a wound on himself. ]
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Artistically pleasing, he supposes, except he's... not sure he appreciates the visual.
He still feels them sometimes, like a phantom sensation. Like he could just beat them and take flight again. For a moment, Cas just stands there and looks at the picture, forlorn.
Well. They gave him antlers that look like wing stumps, and there's stained glass depicting Dean in Hell.
Cheerful place. Cas sets the phone down, then snorts. ]
Buy a guy dinner first, Dean.
[ Barbs and needles and deflections and defenses too high.
Trying to keep his wincing to a minimum, Cas makes short work of the bandages. If there's one thing he's learned in the apocalypse alongside Dean, it's efficiency when handling wounds and their treatment. He's no stranger to stitching up a wound on himself. ]