[ being human brings with it so much.. maintenance. eating, sleeping, cleaning himself - these aren't things he had ever needed to think about before, never considered. perks of being an angel. it's exhausting, for someone who isn't accustomed to functioning this way, but there are also.. great rewards. being able to feel, among them. really feel. he can pick up sensation through his vessel, but it's a muted, pale facsimile of what it feels like when the nerves are truly his own. he could spend days just touching things. velvet. tree bark. his own hair and skin. but the pain is stronger too, profoundly real, and while castiel has known pain - dampened pain through his vessel, and terrible, visceral pain to his grace - it isn't like this. it's different. everything is different. it's strange to him, that he flinches when dean presses a cloth to the wound. when dean speaks, it snaps him from his reverie. ]
.. I suppose I should.
[ baths. who knew. he's tried showers before, for recreational sport, for a new experience, but needing to take one is entirely different. there's no getting this grime off of his body without soap and water. but dean is no fresh chicken himself, either, and castiel frowns thoughtfully, eyeing the grime under dean's fingernails, the soot smudging his face. ]
righto.
.. I suppose I should.
[ baths. who knew. he's tried showers before, for recreational sport, for a new experience, but needing to take one is entirely different. there's no getting this grime off of his body without soap and water. but dean is no fresh chicken himself, either, and castiel frowns thoughtfully, eyeing the grime under dean's fingernails, the soot smudging his face. ]
You should, too.