... Is knowing the other Cas is out of juice supposed to make me feel better?

[He rubs a hand over his face, and sighs. But.]

Alright. It's not like I can keep you guys from getting into trouble around here, I know.

[He pats his hand on the counter top mindlessly, working his aching lip between his teeth; became a bit of a painful habit of his. He's still trying to decide if eating food'll be worth it, or if his confused body'll try to chuck it back up. Especially after this talk of flesh caves.

He does eventually take one small, pathetic bite.

Progress?]

Watch each other's backs. Call if you can.