Sam and Dean retreated to the garage. Cas hesitantly followed, not sure where else to go. Sam stopped in the doorway and watched Dean pace around the room, picking up tools and putting them into drawers or toolboxes. He gave his brother a minute before asking, "What's wrong, Dean?"
"Nothing," Dean said simply as he pushed the stool over to the work bench and then grabbed a rag. He wiped down the top of the work bench with it.
"Really? You're cleaning." Sam crossed his arms.
"What? I can't pick things up? This place is a mess."
"Yeah, and normally you don't care."
Dean threw the rag onto the work bench and took a seat on the stool. He stared down at the floor for a long, quiet moment, and then asked, "Did you see those scars?"
Sam nodded, leaning against the doorframe.
"I just—" Dean shook his head. "Crowley tore her apart, day after day... While we sat up here, twiddling our thumbs and figuring out what to do. That was months to her."
Sam sighed. "We did what we could. And she's safe now."
Dean looked up at his brother, and then his eyes found Cas. He frowned at the angel before looking over at the van in Bobby's garage.
Sam looked behind him at Cas.
"I'm glad [Name] is safe," Castiel said before disappearing.
"Tch," Dean looked back up.
"You know we never would've found her without Cas," Sam told him.
Dean sighed. "...ya, I know."
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You woke up and it must have been the middle of the night. The room was dark, and you could see stars hanging in the sky out the window. Gabriel was leaning against the front of Bobby's desk, Sam was in the chair behind him, asleep, and Dean sat in the armchair across the room, snoring lightly. Apparently they were disobeying Bobby's orders. You smiled, grateful. Waking up alone again would have been hard. You moved to sit up and Gabriel's head picked up, looking at you.
"Hey, take it easy," Gabriel moved next to you and helped you up.
"I'm okay," you told him. You felt better after getting some real sleep, but you still felt dirty. You looked down at your arms and legs and found all of the scars gone. You tried to run your hand through your hair, but it got stuck. Frustrated, you pulled it back. "I need a shower."
"You need more sleep... and food," Gabriel told you.
"After a shower," you emphasized.
Sam stirred in his seat and Dean sat up with a yawn. The older brother noticed you were sitting up and stood.
"Hey, you okay?" he asked you, watching you carefully.
Sam woke up and rubbed his face. He noticed you were up and said, "I'll get you some water."
As he crossed the room you said, "Well, actually I'm going to shower."
"I don't think that's a good idea," Dean told you.
"See? We're agreeing. That has to mean something, right?" Gabriel asked you.
You frowned at them. Sam came back with a glass of water. You took it more out of obligation than want.
"Look, I just want to wash it off, okay?" you rubbed at your bare arm with your free hand and ignored the tears that wanted to come. "I- " you looked up at the three concerned faces staring at you. "Half of this isn't even my blood. Please."

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