There was nothing good about the situation.

But, he was the vessel, and you had to do your job, even if you and the sprawled out man on the table hated each other.

Being an angel yourself, it took far too damn long to get the older Winchester to quit squirming and complaining so you could heal him.

He scowled at you as you raised your hand above the injured area, and he grabbed your arm, “Damn it, out of all of heaven’s calvary and you had to be my special nurse?” He hissed.