In the infirmary.

[ofthefamily]

Carlisle, in the infirmary, is not having anywhere near as eventful of a day as either angel or demon

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[thursdays_angel]

The footsteps that come in the door have a distinctly squishy quality to them. A dunking in lake water has that effect.

Castiel clears his throat a bit.

"Dr. Cullen? I find myself in need of your assistance."

The unconscious (faintly steaming) woman he is carrying over his shoulder probably has something to do with that.

[ofthefamily]

"What the -- " Nevermind. "Over here."

Carlisle is all fluid movement here, gesturing to Castiel to lay the woman down on the examination table.

"What happened?" It's demanded over his shoulder as Carlisle reaches behind him for a stethoscope more out of habit than necessity - he forgets he never needs the guise here.

[thursdays_angel]

"She fell in the lake."

Castiel deposits his foe on the exam table.

".....she might have had help."

"There was an altercation," he explains.

The earnest expression is somewhat marred by the water dripping off the end of his nose.

[ofthefamily]

Carlisle shoots Castiel a narrow glare when he tilts his ear to the woman's chest to hear if her heart's beating. "I can see that."

No heartbeat. No anything, and there's something far too sterile about how she smells. It's not dead, but other.

Compressions.

"How long?"