Cas lay on his stomach, his head turned to the side, his arm curled around so he could hold his phone in front of his face. Icarus was standing with his front paws on Cas' face, mewling at him. Cas grumbled at the cat.
Blood dribbled from under his hair slowly and he looked pale. His gaze was unfocused as he turned his head to look up at her. "Hey!" he slurred. "You smell like rain."