[Castiel takes Bond's arm in his hands, his touch gentle. He draws his palm up Bond's wound, and behind it there's no wound at all, like he simply erased it from the man's skin. The healing is slightly tingly, but moreso it's even warmer than Castiel's normal touch, soothing like a blanket on a cold day. There's no glow this time, though. He lets the hand go, letting his own hands fall.]
Re: spam
There.