Castiel adjusted his own blankets along with the ones Growley had brought him, remembering all too well the feeling of being cold all the time and trying to keep those thoughts at bay. Instead he just watched Crowley, laying his head down on the arm of the couch once again, closing his eyes until the demon spoke.

"What did he find?" He managed to ask before falling into coughing again, a strange tickling and pressure in his chest whenever he breathed and worse when he spoke.