And Castiel leans into the touch. The scene... is over, he can't possibly break the rules anymore than he has tonight, and he's received punishment. For now, that has to be enough, even if it doesn't feel like enough. No punishment scene can change the fundamental truth of their emotions, though, and for that he is grateful. So Castiel nods.
"on the bed. Bruise cream in the morning," he repeats softly, and complies without further protest or discussion, lowers himself onto his front so that Sam can check the large square of pain that is Castiel's back, ass, thighs.
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And Castiel leans into the touch. The scene... is over, he can't possibly break the rules anymore than he has tonight, and he's received punishment. For now, that has to be enough, even if it doesn't feel like enough. No punishment scene can change the fundamental truth of their emotions, though, and for that he is grateful. So Castiel nods.
"on the bed. Bruise cream in the morning," he repeats softly, and complies without further protest or discussion, lowers himself onto his front so that Sam can check the large square of pain that is Castiel's back, ass, thighs.