Chapter Five
Cas lay on his back in the middle of his oversized double bed, his head pillowed on silk, his duvet pulled up to his chin. His eyes were half shut and he stared hazily at the ceiling without noticing the early afternoon sunlight that shone through the partially drawn curtains at his window.
He’d woken early, in considerable pain. His neck had been the worst, but most of his body hurt after the series of accidents he’d endured in the past few days. He’d managed to drag himself out of bed and stumble to the dresser where Clara had left his bottle of painkilling draught.
He couldn’t remember how much she’d said to take, so he had merely tipped up the bottle, swallowed a few times and then shuffled back to bed.
And now he felt fabulous.
He lay, motionless and comfortably inse
