It's all Castiel can do to roll over, hand coming up to rest over Dean's now beating heart, trying to sense what he was and was not able to fix. He presses his forehead to Dean's shoulder, noting the still broken arm, the blood loss and the general run down quality of his entire body.
"He's going to live," he rasps. "One of you carry him outside. I will fix this place when Dean is safe."
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Date: 2013-04-23 04:34 am (UTC)"He's going to live," he rasps. "One of you carry him outside. I will fix this place when Dean is safe."