[ The compliment, sudden and forward and unexpected, does something equally wild to his brain, and Castiel can't think through the white noise it creates. Dean is right there, suddenly. His head lifted, Dean is looking right at him and he feels much closer than he had the moment before, suddenly, and he is lovely to look at and saying very lovely things.
Castiel's eyes go wide like an idiot deer that wandered into the middle of the road and then forgot how to run under the blinding light of white headlights. Dean is talking about his lips, and touching him, and Castiel finally manages to startle enough and turn his white tail to the road. He drops Dean's hand and shuffles back, sideways along the wall. ]
You have a fever, Dean, and you wouldn't be saying this if you were well.
[ Castiel stumbles his way up to standing, a hand leaned on the wall like he needs it to stand, which is not entirely far from the truth. He's feeling embarrassingly weak-kneed. ]
I don't have any weapons. I... Here.
[ With some ungraceful digging in his pants pocket, he pulls out his cell phone, and he offers it to Dean. It's a stupid, dangerous decision, but he'll only be able to call within the community, so the worst he'll do is bother Balthazar, or Hannah, or someone else who assuredly knows he's down here, by now. Castiel doesn't know entirely why he does it, only that he would give Dean anything he had right now, and that's... alarming. ]
Call Uriel, or whomever you like. Talk to them. I'm going to get you medicine to bring your fever down and help you heal, and I'll be back soon. ... A half hour, or so. Alright?
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Castiel's eyes go wide like an idiot deer that wandered into the middle of the road and then forgot how to run under the blinding light of white headlights. Dean is talking about his lips, and touching him, and Castiel finally manages to startle enough and turn his white tail to the road. He drops Dean's hand and shuffles back, sideways along the wall. ]
You have a fever, Dean, and you wouldn't be saying this if you were well.
[ Castiel stumbles his way up to standing, a hand leaned on the wall like he needs it to stand, which is not entirely far from the truth. He's feeling embarrassingly weak-kneed. ]
I don't have any weapons. I... Here.
[ With some ungraceful digging in his pants pocket, he pulls out his cell phone, and he offers it to Dean. It's a stupid, dangerous decision, but he'll only be able to call within the community, so the worst he'll do is bother Balthazar, or Hannah, or someone else who assuredly knows he's down here, by now. Castiel doesn't know entirely why he does it, only that he would give Dean anything he had right now, and that's... alarming. ]
Call Uriel, or whomever you like. Talk to them. I'm going to get you medicine to bring your fever down and help you heal, and I'll be back soon. ... A half hour, or so. Alright?