Cas was standing in the bathroom, looking in the mirror. He looked very pale and his body felt like it was on fire. His hands had started itching again and this time Cas couldn’t take it anymore. He opened the mirror cupboard and took the scissors. He tried to open it, but the bandage was too tick and inconvenient to even hold it for five seconds.
He brought his right hand to his mouth and his teeth chewed the bandage. He unwounded the bandage with his teeth and when his hand was free, he used it to take the bandage off his left hand. He threw the bandage on the floor and looked at his scarred hands. He stared at them as if he was waiting for them to heal. But of course that didn’t happen.
He was being punished. God was punishing him for turning his back on the angels. For being in tình yêu with a former demon. That was the only logical and acceptable explanation for this torture.
His hands were driving him insane and so he placed his nails on his left hand and started scratching.