The cut on his shoulder throbbed with every movement. It was an oversight, a barbed wire fence that you barely saw when trying to break into the vampire nest. A day later, Sam was still worried about the possibility of infection, insisting that you treat the wound carefully.

With the pharmacy bag in your hands, you stopped in front of the motel room door, looking at the message on your cell phone. “Room 09,” Sam’s message said. "You're sharing it with Castiel." And then, as if to calm any concerns: “Don’t worry, it’s double.”

You frowned, sighing. Sam and Dean knew exactly what they were doing. Was this some kind of joke between them? Some kind of veiled conspiracy?

As soon as you raised your hand to knock on the door, it opened as if the angel knew you were there. Castiel was on the other side, wearing his traditional beige coat, tie and... he hadn't even taken off his shoes.

You entered without saying a word, placing the bags on the living room table. The antiseptic, the new bandages, some painkillers, and a Twix you impulsively grabbed from the counter. Looking at the bed, his stomach lurched slightly into the double bed. You mentally cursed Sam.

You tried to ignore the discomfort as you unbuttoned the shirt Sam lent you, the sharp pain making you whisper a curse. Without hesitation, Castiel approached, removing the bandage with surprising delicacy for someone seemingly so far removed from the human world.

"I've got this," he murmured, fingers lightly touching your skin.