[ There's not a whole lot to gather. The Winchester's pack light, damn near everything they own in the back of the Impala - clothes and weapons combined. Dean crams what few clothes he has laying around into his duffle, then picks up the oil and gently, carefully, tucks it into his bag, surrounding it with clothes, padding it, to make sure it doesn't break. Cas sacrificed a lot for this - it's a priceless treasure now.
He'll haul it over his shoulder, meet Cas' eyes that are open now, and lifts a brow. ]
You okay over there? Hanging on?
[ Jesus, Dean doesn't know what he'd do if he actually lost Cas. They've had some scares, but...
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He'll haul it over his shoulder, meet Cas' eyes that are open now, and lifts a brow. ]
You okay over there? Hanging on?
[ Jesus, Dean doesn't know what he'd do if he actually lost Cas. They've had some scares, but...
He can't even entertain the thought. ]