A/N: Back on the writing wagon, apologies for the delay...real life just decided to interfer for a while. Grr. Anyway, if you're still following along, thank you! Hope you like :)
A/N 2: Sadly, still not mine.
The angel looked down at his charge lying prone on the table beneath him, bleeding and in need.
He wished vainly for the power restore his Father's creatures, the way he once could from home, but existing within this mortal vessel had many frustrating parameters. But, perhaps, some insight as well.
Tentatively, Castiel probed the cloudy memories of his host, hoping to find some experience from Jimmy Novak's human life to save the one dwindling away in front of him.
Flashes of a doctor's office. Paperwork. Medical jargon that meant about as much to him as Enochian did to a tree frog. Finally saw what he was searching for. Then disappointment.
"Well, the blood in this body won't help...it's only Oh-Plus."
"Plus?...You mean O-Positive?"
He nodded gravely, couldn't fathom the grin splitting Sam's face.
"Lose the trench. Time for you to make a miracle happen."