The siguiente 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 tu 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 o something”
The guard went standing siguiente to the door, his arms crossed.
Dean pulled a chair and sat siguiente to the bed. “How are tu feeling?”
“I’m still hurting a little” Cas admitted.
“Can tu tell me what happened?”...
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