It was the first time in a long time that he'd been called "Cas" in a genuine way. While he hadn't known what to make of the nickname at first, it had become something familiar at this point, and that was enough to take him by surprise.
Not that the feeling lasted long, because soon he was being lambasted by Kobayashi for trying to focus on the subject at hand when his friend was in a bad state. Castiel glanced down at Barnaby, who seemed to only be vaguely aware of his surroundings, and frowned. "My apologies. From what I was able to determine, I thought you'd stabilized him."
The fact of the matter was that this would all be pointless if they didn't get to the bottom of this clue, so they couldn't let injuries get in the way. Castiel could feel some blood from his reopened wound dripping down his arm, and the pain in his shoulder was throbbing and insistent, but that didn't meant that he'd lost the ability to think rationally.
Still, he didn't mind handing over his coat if it would help Kobayashi to calm down, and so with some pained effort he got the garment off his shoulders and then handed it over. With only the standard-issue shirt on under the coat, his own injury was clear from the blood that had soaked through the gray fabric, not to mention the slivers of it sliding down his bare skin toward his elbow. "If we don't determine what that image is telling us, then he'll have endured this wounds for nothing," he said pointedly.
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Not that the feeling lasted long, because soon he was being lambasted by Kobayashi for trying to focus on the subject at hand when his friend was in a bad state. Castiel glanced down at Barnaby, who seemed to only be vaguely aware of his surroundings, and frowned. "My apologies. From what I was able to determine, I thought you'd stabilized him."
The fact of the matter was that this would all be pointless if they didn't get to the bottom of this clue, so they couldn't let injuries get in the way. Castiel could feel some blood from his reopened wound dripping down his arm, and the pain in his shoulder was throbbing and insistent, but that didn't meant that he'd lost the ability to think rationally.
Still, he didn't mind handing over his coat if it would help Kobayashi to calm down, and so with some pained effort he got the garment off his shoulders and then handed it over. With only the standard-issue shirt on under the coat, his own injury was clear from the blood that had soaked through the gray fabric, not to mention the slivers of it sliding down his bare skin toward his elbow. "If we don't determine what that image is telling us, then he'll have endured this wounds for nothing," he said pointedly.