You had recently strained your leg pretty badly on a hunt, leaving you sore as all hell and unable to walk properly, atleast not without limping or wincing every step. Which also, led to Castiel not giving you so much as one second of privacy. Currently, he was sitting next to you on your bed in the bunker, watching you like a hawk. Eventually you shifted as you wanted to grab yourself something, but he immediately shook his head.

"Do. not. Just tell me what you need. I'll grab it."