[ Cas might take his wrist away from Dean's grip, but that doesn't stop him from wrapping his fingers into the material of Castiel's pant leg, because yeah he was joking, but also things are hot, and when injuries are hot, it usually isn't great. ]
Oh, you're allowed antibiotics, but not doctors?
[ Dean looks up at Castiel, triumphant like he's found some giant chink in the armor, ha, need a doctor for antibiotics, dontcha, but something in his expression twitches a little, and his grip tightens. ]
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Oh, you're allowed antibiotics, but not doctors?
[ Dean looks up at Castiel, triumphant like he's found some giant chink in the armor, ha, need a doctor for antibiotics, dontcha, but something in his expression twitches a little, and his grip tightens. ]
I don't feel good.