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I would have had this out far earlier but a friend of ours is in hospital and we had to go visit him. Let's just say that if he hadn't been taken in when he was, he would have died :(
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168. Foot
"Ow! Son of a bitch!"
Dean collapsed onto the motel bed, groaning. His foot was cramping majorly! He could barely move it without searing pain shooting up his leg!
"Dean? What's wrong?" Cas was immediately by his side, sitting down next to him on the bed. Dean grit his teeth.
"Cramp in my foot," he forced out. Cas' brow creased with worry and he reached out and pulled Dean's foot into his lap.
"Just relax, Dean," he said soothingly, beginning to massage the foot. "I know that your muscles can begin to act strangely as you grow older –"
"You calling me old, Cas?"
"I am millions of years old, Dean. You are but a foetus compared to me."
Dean glowered but then groaned as Cas' fingers dug into his foot and loosened the knot from his muscles.
"Ohhh…you're an angel, Cas."
Cas just smiled, leaned over to give Dean a quick kiss and then continued to use this freaking amazing hands of his to get rid of every last trace of the cramp.