What a strange coincidence. On the other hand, Castiel imagined that plenty of people were searching out the flowers tonight, so he could chalk it up to being in the right place at the right time.

Before he answered her question, Castiel fitted the crutches under his arms again and then hobbled forward so that he was closer to Lust, a silent way of inviting himself into her company. He would be better off with someone at his side who could actually fight in case he ran afoul of something. Relying on someone else wasn't the norm for him, so asking outright didn't strike him as an option.

"I went through the harsher cure, a few nights ago. Someone cut me open -- with my permission, that is." He glanced down at his stomach, which was wrapped tight with bandages, hidden by his loose shirt. "I've decided to search out the St. John's Wort despite that, though. Those who are sick might not be capable of finding it themselves."