Sam reaches up, stroking his fingers through Castiel's hair. "Well. You're not going to be sitting easily for a while and you're going to be black and blue for a few days, but it's not that bad."
It was worse than Sam would have liked, honestly, partly because of the cane stripes. He'd done his best to keep the strokes moderate, letting the stripes cause more of the pain, but forty strokes was forty strokes and it showed. He shifted, reaching into the bedside table to get out the bruise cream. "No getting dressed until the cream dries," he reminds Castiel as he starts to apply it, keeping his touch soft and gentle as he stroked his fingers across Castiel's skin. "And we'll do this every morning before we start for the day. So I can make sure it's healing all right."
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Date: 2014-03-04 09:17 pm (UTC)It was worse than Sam would have liked, honestly, partly because of the cane stripes. He'd done his best to keep the strokes moderate, letting the stripes cause more of the pain, but forty strokes was forty strokes and it showed. He shifted, reaching into the bedside table to get out the bruise cream. "No getting dressed until the cream dries," he reminds Castiel as he starts to apply it, keeping his touch soft and gentle as he stroked his fingers across Castiel's skin. "And we'll do this every morning before we start for the day. So I can make sure it's healing all right."