The اگلے morning.
Cas was sitting up, a bandage wrapped around his chest. The door opened and Dean walked in. The guard wanted to close the door again, when Cas called him.
“Sir, would آپ mind staying here? I’m worried about my safety” he said. “The intention is to keep me from going anywhere. Best way of doing that is to stay here, so I don’t climb a window یا something”
The guard went standing اگلے to the door, his arms crossed.
Dean pulled a chair and sat اگلے to the bed. “How are آپ feeling?”
“I’m still hurting a little” Cas admitted.
“Can آپ tell me what happened?”...
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