[ Yes, Dean is caked in dirt, dried blood, and his own filth, and Castiel could guess that he hadn't been treated beyond the initial bandaging Castiel himself had done, but to hear it confirmed is infuriating. His jaw tenses as he grits his teeth and lets himself focus on what's in front of him: namely, cleaning Dean's hands, to start. ]
I could dump this bucket over your head, if you'd prefer.
[ He'd bring Dean upstairs and give him access to the communal washroom on his floor if he could, but Dean is one of the few people here given less trust than Castiel. Until Castiel finds a way to convince Naomi that Dean, and himself, can be trusted, Dean is restricted to where he is, vile as Castiel finds it to be.
Despite the tension in his body and the frown in his expression, his hands are gentle on Dean's as he rinses away layer upon layer of grime from Dean's fingers, rinses the cloth in the bucket with fresh, hot water and begins again, taking on a slow, meditative sort of rhythm. ]
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[ Yes, Dean is caked in dirt, dried blood, and his own filth, and Castiel could guess that he hadn't been treated beyond the initial bandaging Castiel himself had done, but to hear it confirmed is infuriating. His jaw tenses as he grits his teeth and lets himself focus on what's in front of him: namely, cleaning Dean's hands, to start. ]
I could dump this bucket over your head, if you'd prefer.
[ He'd bring Dean upstairs and give him access to the communal washroom on his floor if he could, but Dean is one of the few people here given less trust than Castiel. Until Castiel finds a way to convince Naomi that Dean, and himself, can be trusted, Dean is restricted to where he is, vile as Castiel finds it to be.
Despite the tension in his body and the frown in his expression, his hands are gentle on Dean's as he rinses away layer upon layer of grime from Dean's fingers, rinses the cloth in the bucket with fresh, hot water and begins again, taking on a slow, meditative sort of rhythm. ]