The next morning.
Cas was sitting up, a bandage wrapped around his chest. The door opened and Dean walked in. The guard wanted to close the door again, when Cas called him.
“Sir, would you mind staying here? I’m worried about my safety” he said. “The intention is to keep me from going anywhere. Best way of doing that is to stay here, so I don’t climb a window or something”
The guard went standing next to the door, his arms crossed.
Dean pulled a chair and sat next to the bed. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m still hurting a little” Cas admitted.
“Can you tell me what happened?”...
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