Anna could feel the blood start dripping down her back again, soaking her shirt. Somewhere she'd lost her jacket, long ago. Or maybe she'd just not imagined herself wearing it when they pulled her back, so it was never there. It wasn't there now, and the back of her shirt was starting to seep red again.
She didn't care. Anna pushed up by her broken hand and fell face first into the carpet, squealing in pain for a second. But only a second, she used the other arm to get at least to her knees and throw herself at Cas again. "I'm sorry, Castiel." She wrapped her arms around him, pressing her face into his chest, he injured hand unable to actually grab anything, just limp against his shoulder. "I'm so sorry, my Cas."