8) No wonder
Humans are so prone to accidents, he thought, especially this one. No wonder Wyatt wanted me to stay.
Castiel had already healed the cut, but a thin line marred her skin. The substantial amount of blood she lost made her faint. Putting her on the couch, he shrugged off his trench coat and draped it over her limp frame. Then, rolling up his sleeves, he headed for the kitchen to finish what they started.
A massive headache attacked her head when she woke up. Sophie lifted her injured hand, but found only a scar in its place. As she sat up, something fell to the floor. His…trench coat?
Across her, the angel was asleep with his head resting on the closed piano. Sophie smiled as she buried her face in his coat, inhaling his scent. She got up and draped the coat on his shoulders, smiling down at his sleeping face. Thank you.
"Uncle Dean?" Wyatt whispered. "Uncle Dean!"
"Whatta—huh?!"
His eyes were as wide as platters when he focused in on the boy's face. "Uncle Dean, are you okay?"
Wiping the drool on his face with the back of his hand, he replied, "Sure, I'm just great. Why are you still awake?"
The boy lay on his stomach wit his head propped up on his hands, looking up at him. "What do you think Mommy's doing right now?" he asked.
Probably trying to get away from the angel you hired as her babysitter, he thought. "I don't know, but if she was here, she'd want you to go to sleep right now".
Wyatt giggled and crawled under the blanket. "Oh, and Uncle Dean?"
"Yeah?"
"Who's Ruby?"
Dean's nose wrinkled at the sound of her name. Damn hell bitch, giving me nightmares like that. "Go to sleep, squirt".
wow...talk about short....
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