[ castiel is, in fact, bleeding. it's a strange feeling, punctuated by a dull ache radiating all through the front of his skull. he regains some semblance of balance as jack pulls him upright, his other hand feeling for and eventually landing on the bar stool behind him. thomas hovers nervously in the background before being pulled away by another customer.
castiel takes the towel, holding it before him and clutching it tight in his grasp. he stares at it for a long moment before moving away from the bar— more slowly this time. slow enough that jack has plenty of opportunity to keep up with him. ]
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[ castiel is, in fact, bleeding. it's a strange feeling, punctuated by a dull ache radiating all through the front of his skull. he regains some semblance of balance as jack pulls him upright, his other hand feeling for and eventually landing on the bar stool behind him. thomas hovers nervously in the background before being pulled away by another customer.
castiel takes the towel, holding it before him and clutching it tight in his grasp. he stares at it for a long moment before moving away from the bar— more slowly this time. slow enough that jack has plenty of opportunity to keep up with him. ]
I can it myself.