@femmechester: Wildlife rescue officer Dean and Cas with an injured bird of your choice (whose injuries are obviously not that bad).
So this is a first: Dean drops his paperwork as a shirtless guy walks in – actually maybe he’s just half-naked but not entirely shirtless as a starched, white button-up appears to be in his arms wrapped around something large… with talons… and as it gives a sad little chirrup, Dean can tell it’s an eagle, nearly full-grown.
The man is wild-haired, “You have to help me,” he says, “she was grounded, I saw her on the edge of the forest,” he just meets Dean at the counter and places the bird down, gentle as he can, and keeps a grip around the mass while pulling one side of the shirt up to reveal a damaged wing, “please help,” the guy practically begs, and Dean tries to calm him while calling back to Amelia.
He waits for the bird out in the office, Dean even hears him call out of work so he comes to bring him a paper cup of coffee, “It’s gonna be a while, man, maybe you should-”
“Can you imagine,” he stares off, blank, almost mournful, “to have the whole world ripped away from you like that and just-”
“Hey,” Dean sits next to him, “she’ll be fine, she’ll fly again, you helped her as fast as you could, you saved her,” and his words don’t shake the man out of it but when Dean takes off his uniform shirt and offers it so he can cover himself, the man blinks and accepts it and, finally, for the first time in hours, a smile.
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