Anna didn't know when the last time she'd showered was. A week ago, at least. Gabriel had cleaned her up with his Grace when he tried to heal her and dropped her back in bed, but it wasn't the same. She knew she needed a shower. And a brush. Her hair was a tangled frizzy mess right now. And she was definitely feeling very mortal with the way her eyes hurt and the morning breath. It sucked.
"I'm not disagreeing but I... can't stand, honestly. I can't unwrap the bandages. I can't lift my arms above my ribcage." Anna was lucky she had the strength to push herself into a sitting position from the way she slept on her stomach. She wasn't even wearing a shirt at this point, just the bandage Castiel wrapped and changed. She kept the blanket mostly tucked up over her chest, but it wasn't like anyone could see anything through the bandages... and it wasn't like Crowley hadn't seen it before.