Honestly, Sam figures that he's not going to be sleeping on his own for a good, long while right now. He might even be okay with never sleeping alone again, but it's going to depend a lot on what Castiel needs.
He lets Castiel go, letting him turn around. "Reach out and put your hands against the wall, Cas," he says, giving Castiel something to do with his hands. Only once he's done that does Sam take a look at the other man's back.
It still takes a moment to understand what he's seeing. He'd seen blood on Castiel's back, of course, but he'd thought it was new. Now that he can see it fully, Sam finds himself having to take a breath to control his anger. Because now he can see the scars that Jason had painted on Castiel's skin, the mockery of wings that had to take months to put in place. He shakes himself, turning to get the first aid kit that Dean had pushed into the bathroom before bringing it back. "I don't think any of these are going to need stitches." Some of the older ones probably should have, but it was far too late for that. "I'm going to put some antiseptic on the fresh cuts and then cover them with gauze. Just to keep them clean."
He has to put aside his anger for the time being. He doesn't want Castiel to think that he's angry at him, after all, and he's not certain his friend would be able to distinguish his anger at the moment.
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Date: 2014-10-30 12:59 am (UTC)He lets Castiel go, letting him turn around. "Reach out and put your hands against the wall, Cas," he says, giving Castiel something to do with his hands. Only once he's done that does Sam take a look at the other man's back.
It still takes a moment to understand what he's seeing. He'd seen blood on Castiel's back, of course, but he'd thought it was new. Now that he can see it fully, Sam finds himself having to take a breath to control his anger. Because now he can see the scars that Jason had painted on Castiel's skin, the mockery of wings that had to take months to put in place. He shakes himself, turning to get the first aid kit that Dean had pushed into the bathroom before bringing it back. "I don't think any of these are going to need stitches." Some of the older ones probably should have, but it was far too late for that. "I'm going to put some antiseptic on the fresh cuts and then cover them with gauze. Just to keep them clean."
He has to put aside his anger for the time being. He doesn't want Castiel to think that he's angry at him, after all, and he's not certain his friend would be able to distinguish his anger at the moment.