"No hunts important enough that I can't lend a hand," says Dean, thinking briefly of the blood eking from Castiel's eye. He squeezes Yukio's shoulder, helping to keep him upright through the worst racks of agony.
"Next time you call me," he says, voice firm. "How you doing? You ready for the next one?"
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Date: 2014-02-22 10:56 pm (UTC)"Next time you call me," he says, voice firm. "How you doing? You ready for the next one?"