The challenge word is Blue and my thoughts are centered on angels.

Cas eased Dean slowly down onto the saggy old mattress, dragging the thin pillows into a mound to support his charge's various wounds.

Blood from the jagged tears mingled with mud and God know's what else to render the faded blue of his jeans as black as his tattered T-shirt.

"You need help to shower?" The angel deadpanned.

"Better not."

Castiel looked quizzical as Dean offered clarity. "We might need to leave in a hurry."

The angel's frown deepened in confusion.

Dean smiled, a exhausted but irrepressible grin cracking his swollen lip.

"Even you can't fly with wet feathers!"

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