[ What is he supposed to do about this? Castiel glances around - first up, instinctively, on force of habit - looking for some source of guidance, and finds none. On some level he recognizes the fever-delirious mental fog settling over him, knows that it's somehow emanating from John and that letting him get closer would likely be a bad idea, but he can't bring himself to abandon him in this state. He is not an anomaly, at least not yet. There has to be something that can be done for him. ]
What do you need, John? Do you think touching me will help?
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What do you need, John? Do you think touching me will help?