[ He doesn't need water, anyway, not for drinking or for anything else. It wouldn't have occurred to him even to bring it for others, nevermind for putting out fires.
But out go the flames, finally, leaving just the mess of flammable viscera behind, and Clegane's own temperature seems to be inching down as well. ]
The opposite. I'm an angel.
[ But what's an angel, really? Castiel steps carefully forward, moving over the burned mess, stepping toward Clegane, and his old burns. ]
no subject
[ He doesn't need water, anyway, not for drinking or for anything else. It wouldn't have occurred to him even to bring it for others, nevermind for putting out fires.
But out go the flames, finally, leaving just the mess of flammable viscera behind, and Clegane's own temperature seems to be inching down as well. ]
The opposite. I'm an angel.
[ But what's an angel, really? Castiel steps carefully forward, moving over the burned mess, stepping toward Clegane, and his old burns. ]
Are you hurt? Do you need healing?