Song Rec: Wild Things (acoustic) — Alessia Cara.
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It's finally day four of this trip, and I couldn't be more excited. My burn is slowly healing, and Castiel is currently changing the bandage while we prepare for today's activities. We're both sitting on the edge of our bed, and I watch him work. He's so focused, moving with careful slowness, taking occasional breaks and asking a dozen questions.
"Did that hurt?" he asks again.
"Not at all," I assure him, but he continues wrapping it, pausing to check if I'm okay. Thirty minutes later, we're almost done.
"I never get to thank you for yesterday," I say, smiling up at him.
"For what?" he asks, his brow furrowed slightly.
"For winning the tug of war... It really means something to me." I look at him, half-serious, half-playful.
