[ In a way, Anders and Jimmy would have had a little in common. Jimmy Novak, Castiel's vessel, had given himself willingly for the greater good over to this angel, sacrificing the rest of his life. He was in there, somewhere... and Anders was fortunate enough (or perhaps unfortunate) to be able to still move and live on his own, with only the occasional interruption from the Fade spirit riding around in his skin.

Jimmy hadn't sat in the driver's seat in years... hadn't even toyed with the steering wheel. ]

Yes, our vessels do bleed when we sustain damage. It's generally minimal and easily healed.

[ Castiel looks vaguely uncomfortable, but continues carrying on the conversation. Anders is a healer, and there might come a day when even he is beyond help and must rely on another for aid. ]

However... the deeper wounds bleed Grace. It looks like light -- a bright, bluish light -- and if the wound is grave enough... we perish as the last of our Grace ignites.

[ The angel shakes his hands delicately over the bowl, then begins to dry his hands off on the towel. ]