castiel hums his assent and drops his hand to the sheets again, content enough with sam's answer and subsequent request to rest. truth be told he doesn't have it in him to debate much longer anyway, and now that he's thanked sam for his help as best as he can he's willing to let the drugs and fatigue work away at him. considering it's a struggle to even keep his eyes open at this point, he's glad to let the matter drop.
so without another word castiel exhales, long and slow, and shuts his eyes. it feels like only moments before the darkness behind his eyelids is consuming him, and with his body and limbs sinking heavily into the mattress castiel falls easily into unconsciousness. he can be thankful at least, that angels do not dream, and for a blessed handful of hours he won't need to feel or worry or think about anything - not dean's loss or sam's sad smile or the blood of angels on his blade and hands, nothing at all past sweet, black oblivion. ]
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castiel hums his assent and drops his hand to the sheets again, content enough with sam's answer and subsequent request to rest. truth be told he doesn't have it in him to debate much longer anyway, and now that he's thanked sam for his help as best as he can he's willing to let the drugs and fatigue work away at him. considering it's a struggle to even keep his eyes open at this point, he's glad to let the matter drop.
so without another word castiel exhales, long and slow, and shuts his eyes. it feels like only moments before the darkness behind his eyelids is consuming him, and with his body and limbs sinking heavily into the mattress castiel falls easily into unconsciousness. he can be thankful at least, that angels do not dream, and for a blessed handful of hours he won't need to feel or worry or think about anything - not dean's loss or sam's sad smile or the blood of angels on his blade and hands, nothing at all past sweet, black oblivion. ]