It was horrible to watch, like some tattered victim from one of Tony's movies. She lurched at him and he caught her only to keep her still. "Anna please, you have to stop moving." Why was she apologising to him? He was the one who... Was it about the thorns?
He held her as still as he could. He needed medical supplies but he couldn't leave her.
"Busy day," Gabriel said easily from behind Cas. He knelt beside his brother, hand on his shoulder. "I got it from here, kiddo." He moved up beside Anna. 'I think you need to rest, little sister,' he said gently, directly into her mind. 'Rest.'
He tapped a hand to her forehead and took Cas' wrist and moved them all to the room beside the Master bedroom, settling her into the bed. She looked clean, the blood gone from her clothes, from her skin. Her wounds were closed but she still looked tired, her face drawn. Cas grabbed for her hand.
"Anna. You need to rest. Just rest," he fussed with the sheet. Gabriel looked serious and solemn as he looked down at her. He didn't want to do what he was going to do but there was no other way. She couldn't be left with her power in the state she was in. He couldn't let her put herself or everyone else through that again.
He ignored Cas' questioning of what he was going and drew his sister's Grace into himself.