[It's a bizarre feeling, being healed. And Crowley stares at Castiel's fingers touching his, stunned at the warm feeling in his chest and the sudden oxygen flooding his system. The internal wounds healing and the blood vanishing and what is he doing.
He lurches himself forward to seize Castiel by the arm, fingers curling into his shoulder as he shakes the angel weakly, commanding his attention.]
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He lurches himself forward to seize Castiel by the arm, fingers curling into his shoulder as he shakes the angel weakly, commanding his attention.]
You do not get the luxury of dying.
[It's a rattled hiss.]