The sense of rejection quickly followed. He couldn’t help this demon at all, again, feeling useless in these situations, but again, angels are not built to help demons. The only thing Castiel can do is just help Ky with whatever he needed. “Is there anything else I can do to help with the illness? Maybe I can go get you some supplies?” It’s the least he can do, even if he is to be rejected again, the feeling of aiding others is too strong to ignore.

^{he wanted to say that he was completely alright; to play it off as simply something that would go away on it’s own. the only problem was it wouldn’t — not unless he manged to fix himself properly and that could take days to get the proper ingredients needed for the spell work,} 

❝ —— i should have what i need here. it won’t be a real fix… haven’t been able to find one, but should work for a few days…. just until i can get something to last longer. ❞