After we got home from the hospital, Sam and Dean told me to stay put while they went back to finishing the job. The injury was rather embarrassing, I sprained my ankle while running from a wendigo. It had scared the crap out of me and I just ran. My foot clipped a rock and I went down, but luckily, Sam was there to protect me. He jammed his demon knife into the face of the wendigo and told it to go to hell. He then helped me up and I realized I couldn't walk on that foot. I limped back to the Impala with Sam's help and the two brothers took me to the nearest hospital. They gave me crutches and told me to stay off the foot.
Back at the motel, I sat on the edge of the bed, bored. Luckily, Castiel was there to watch over me. Sam and Dean had left him in charge. "How are you feeling?" He came over and sat with me on the bed, careful not to touch my foot. I smirked, "Eh, I'm ok. Ain't like I've never sprained my ankle before." Castiel said, "I can heal that if you'd like." I looked at him and said, "No I'm ok." He didn't push it and walked off.
