[ Castiel isn't any less irritated, though he realizes, as Dean cleans and bandages his wound again with careful, gentle touches, that his anger at Dean's questions is misdirected. He sighs and looks away, resigning himself to his disturbingly human-like state. He is very much a burden to Dean, though Dean is kind enough to suggest otherwise. Still, Dean agrees to move on, and Castiel is grateful for that, too, even if it means a long car ride instead of spending more time alone together in bed with Dean. God is indifferent, and life is unfair. ]
Yes, thank you. That would be best.
[ Relaxing is an impossible request, but Castiel can at least follow Dean's order not to move. Though, he'd prefer to help. ]
Don't forget the holy oil.
[ It's likely an unnecessary reminder, but given that object is the reason he killed more of his kind, was tortured, and now is disturbingly low on grace, he has some attachment to seeing it cared for until its use. ]
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Yes, thank you. That would be best.
[ Relaxing is an impossible request, but Castiel can at least follow Dean's order not to move. Though, he'd prefer to help. ]
Don't forget the holy oil.
[ It's likely an unnecessary reminder, but given that object is the reason he killed more of his kind, was tortured, and now is disturbingly low on grace, he has some attachment to seeing it cared for until its use. ]