"Unhnh...?" Cas tries to lift his head to look at her, but she seems to be walking on the ceiling. That can't be right. Dazed blue eyes blinking, Cas rights himself with a clumsy roll that almost sends him off the end of the bed, and sends a few bottles clanking. He's been even worse than usual, since he broke his foot. He's off the crutches, now, but still limping. They have no true doctor, and they lack an x-ray machine. The former medical student who does triage as needed has suggested the bones may not be set quite right.

In the meantime, Cas has been moping and taking advantage of painkillers, and today he's clearly been mixing them with something else. He shakes his head a little and refocuses with difficulty, giving Anna the false grin that he's practiced until it comes easy. "Nope. We're all in on it."