“Thank you for the snack, Y/N. It’s just what I needed,” Cas said, sitting across from you bloodied and worn. You creased your brow in worry.
“Think maybe some medical attention might do the trick too, Cas?” you asked. He smiled gently at you, wincing some as he did, ready to wave your concern away. But he didn’t move when you leaned towards him with a wet washcloth and began to dab carefully at the blood around his glacier eyes.
“You’re very good at this,” he said softly after a moment, and you couldn’t help but laugh.
“It’s just a wet cloth,” you told him, but his eyes were focused on you, creasing at the corners with his smile as you continued your ministrations. What he couldn’t find the words to say, was that any time you were near, he could almost forget his hurt.