[He doesn't take it this time. Instead, James stands abruptly and takes a step back, eying the flowers and Castiel with no small amount of uncertainty. It could still be a trick - some mechanism he hadn't noticed, maybe, or something else the flowers are responding to--
Abruptly, he pulls one of his arms from his jacket, unbuttoning and rolling up the sleeve. There's a scrape on his arm, ugly not nothing to be concerned by; it would be gone inside a week. But he has to know for certain, so he holds his arm out toward Castiel.]
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Abruptly, he pulls one of his arms from his jacket, unbuttoning and rolling up the sleeve. There's a scrape on his arm, ugly not nothing to be concerned by; it would be gone inside a week. But he has to know for certain, so he holds his arm out toward Castiel.]
Heal it.