[ Castiel feels a little like a dog who's strayed too far, being whistled at to get back to its master's side. But, at least for the time being, it's a welcomed feeling. Barely a moment after Dean's sent the words, Castiel is there at Dean's side. He lets himself sit on the edge of the bed, gently but firmly reminding himself that this is his bed too and that he's welcome. He strokes Dean's cheek and his forehead, presumably checking Dean's temperature but really, it's just an excuse to touch him. That probably becomes obvious anyway when he pushes his fingers up into Dean's hair to gently scratch through his scalp. ]
How are you feeling?
[ There is a lot that Castiel can heal. There isn't a human ailment he can't heal, in fact. At least, that was true on Earth. Jelly legs here in Trench are apparently the exception. It's endlessly frustrating. ]
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How are you feeling?
[ There is a lot that Castiel can heal. There isn't a human ailment he can't heal, in fact. At least, that was true on Earth. Jelly legs here in Trench are apparently the exception. It's endlessly frustrating. ]