In reality, it was hard for him to imagine it. Not heading for the front lines as a proper soldier was so beyond his scope of understanding. Even if he had switched sides and was now part of "Team Free Will," as Dean called it, that didn't mean that the fighting had ever stopped.

No, even if his body was rebelling against him, he would force it to the limit. He wasn't a human, but an angel, and he wouldn't let this vessel dictate his actions.

"Would it be possible for you to take one more with you?" he asked after a pause. "I'm not certain how much help I'll be in this state, but it would sit with me better if I didn't waste the night." Kratos was someone he felt comfortable with, so the idea of spending a nightshift with him seemed feasible.