Dude, I'm batman

[The feed shows Dean sitting in a hospital room. He is in a chair, head bent back over the back of the chair. He is snoring and it is the snoring that wakes him up. He actually jumps and scrubs his hands over his face. He glances at the machines hooked up Castiel, the man in the bed then pokes Castiel in the ribs.]

Cas. Hey slacker angel. Wake the hell up.

[And he pokes him again with no effect. If he had a stick he would poke him harder. As it is, he sighs then checks his device to see if he missed any calls or messages. That's when he notices it's on. he shoots it a really nice bitchface and decides to address the network]

Who ever hurt Cas? We will hunt your ass down, we will find you and we will kill you. You don't fuck with Winchesters.

[Private to Anna]

So Cas is hurt. You can probably feel that with your angel mojo. Or you saw the broadcast of his fall. He's in the hospital and I've poked him, read him a story and gotten the hottest nurse I can find to give him a sponge bath. I've got nothing left so let's bury the hatchet. For Cas' sake. Only not in my head. Or my back. Or any part of my body. Okay if you really think I'm that big a dick you can bury it in my thigh. Just avoid the artery.

I need some help, Anna. Cas needs help.