[ castiel wishes... well, it doesn't matter what he wishes. he's never going to get what he wants, and that's fine. at least he might finally rest.
he almost doesn't seem to notice the hand on his back, but he takes the towel when jack offers it. distracted, he wipes his face. it removes some of the blood, but not all. red remains in the creases, caked in the pores of his skin. ]
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he almost doesn't seem to notice the hand on his back, but he takes the towel when jack offers it. distracted, he wipes his face. it removes some of the blood, but not all. red remains in the creases, caked in the pores of his skin. ]
I thought... I thought I saw him. And I... we...