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The new boxers were surprisingly soft. He found it rather pleasant to be wearing them, and he took a moment, standing there, to appreciate it. He turned his head to Sam as he got the jeans, pausing for a moment because he wasn’t entirely sure what the things the other man had named were. But he resolved to nod. “I believe so.”

He eventually finished dressing, and sat down on his own bed, looking at the sandwich for a moment before taking a bite. He winced for a moment as the flesh underneath his tongue seemed to spasm, his mouth suddenly awake. It was unpleasant, but every moment afterward was alright, chewing thoughtfully on the food. He nodded at Sam’s comment. “If you insist, Sam. Still, it was very kind of you.”

“Well, I couldn’t just leave you there.” Caffeine. That was what he needed. Sam had already started on one soda, but he was more than willing to drink the entire 12-pack if it kept him awake, just for a little longer. “You needed help.” And it’s not like we were friends once or anything… But Castiel didn’t remember that. Again.

Sam cleared his throat. “Look, I know that we’ve just met and all, but since you don’t remember anything…well, if you want to stay with me until you do, then I don’t mind.” Part of him still wasn’t sure if this was a good idea, but he’d be damned if he was going to let Castiel wander off on his own to get hurt or worse. “I’m going to be doing a lot of travelling, though. I hope that’s okay.” Oh, and I’m insane. You’re cool with that, right?

More things he wouldn’t be saying out loud.


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