For Neil

[godless_son]

He is not certain what gift is appropriate to bring when checking on a friend's recently charred, newly human husband.

Humans bring something called casserole in the movies when there is illness but Castiel is an atrocious cook and he doesn't know what that is.

So, the houseplant.

He knocks, wondering belatedly if he ought to have called first but deciding that at least he has stopped entering without permission.

"Neil," he calls through the door. "Are you there? It's Castiel."

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[godless_son]

Castiel's raised hand falters as he shuffles near. "You are right," he murmurs, face stricken as he realizes he'd not even considered the danger to the girls.

He carefully presses two fingers to Neil's forehead, pushing through just enough grace to heal the damage he'd caused. "Don't let them near me until I have figured out what to do. It was endlessly selfish of me not to think about them."

[likeaplanet]

He presses his fingers to my forehead, and a warm, tingly feeling radiates out from that point, and not only does the pain go away, but it brings with it a deeper calm.

I let out a breath and I nod, 'cause there's no fuckin' way they're coming anywhere near him while this is a problem.

"Can you deal with this? You and Dean?"

[godless_son]

"No," he admits, waving a hand and setting the kitchen to right.

"But we are taking precautions in case I become too unstable. Ishiah is involved as well as a reaper. It's a back-up plan, I suppose. Dean says it's not the same as a kill switch."