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Prayer: Cas can hear prayers from anywhere. Feel free to call on him anytime and he'll show up.

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[ruined]

[ For a second, Dean's half-wondering if Cas means he's going to skin some deer. The messy squint he sends in Cas' direction is all of that with the addition of feeling like he might be about to hack up a lung. Face turning away again, he raises a fist and coughs, the wheezing unmistakable as his eyes take on a glassy, barely suppressed stinging.

It takes almost a full minute for him to pull himself back together, a hand scrubbed over a decidedly tired face. He just wants to sleep without the nightmares. ]

You still got them under that tree?

[ He hasn't been to see those bees since August, but he remembers where they are. Had swung by and checked in on them while Cas wasn't exactly... himself. ]

[heraldingangel]

[ The cough raises his concern and he steps forward, stops. Indecision creeps into the groove of his temple and his mouth flattens into a thin line ignoring the awkward press of dry lips. ]

Dean. [ A worried look. ] You should go inside. You're sick.

[ The follow-up question distracts him and he stops searching for signs of a fever and looks back at him instead. ]

It's their home. I won't move them unless the hive is in danger.

[ He wasn't supposed to interfere at all. Every creature had its time. He knows this, yet something is different now. He doesn't understand it, but it drives him to act. To put disrupt the natural order for creatures so much smaller than what he is, what he truly is. He can no more turn his back on them than he can on the man struggling to simply hold a conversation. ]

Dean. [ Sliding a hand into his coat pocket, he pulls out a small rectangular box. Inside is a packet of gel-like pills meant to reduce fevers. Castiel offers them to Dean. ] Take these. They helped me feel better when I was sick.