Arik gasped loudly as Ezria pushed him away from Castiel's heated hand, falling to the floor with a loud 'thud'.  He coughed and sputtered, a little blood coming up as well as a trickle flowing down from his nose as he closed his eyes and laid back against the hardwood.

"Ugh.  Fucking angels…", he groaned, noticing for the first time that his meat suit wasn't healing as fast as normal.  He rolled onto his side, and sat up on one elbow as Ezria got to him, taking him off guard.  He flinched away from her touch at first until his eyes settled on hers, and faded back to their normal baby blue.  He sighed, and reached up, grabbing her hand, "Did I die?"

He quipped the words at her, a small smirk playing at the corners of his mouth, and dropped her hand.  As the note was slapped against his chest, he groaned, realizing that his meat suit was rather burnt on the inside.  It wouldn't take much more damage, at this point.  He looked at the list and cringed, "This looks horrible…You sure you have a plan?"

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Castiel stumbled backward, leaning against Bobby's desk as his eyes faded back to normal and the trickle of blood reached his chin, and fell onto the floor.  He let his blade fall from his sleeve, into his hand for a split second, before deciding against killing both demons.  He was too exhausted.  Honestly, he was too exhausted to even fly.

Grumbling, he glanced over at Bobby, "I'm going for a walk…", he huffed, stepping out the front door.  It was a very human thing to do, but unfortunately, he was about as human as an angel could be, at the moment.  He was becoming more useless every day.