Cas didn't waste any time. He made his way to her bedroom much faster than he ever had before. He barely took in the screen or anything else in the room. Dumping the bag on her bed he dropped down beside her, rested a hand on her arm. "Hey beautiful," he said gently. He didn't force contact, let her decide how much she wanted.
He cleared some of the bottles from around her and settled in the floor more comfortably. He looked up at the screen, at Ellen's face. "Like some water?" She'd hurt tomorrow without it. He didn't think she cared.