[ He presses to stop, to choke, and instinct floods Castiel's body, fingers curling and digging hard into the tender underside of Dean's wrist. Like a scratch, pushing nail into skin. It's then, too, that he uses the wall as leverage and pushes off of it, angling his leg up to knee him hard-- The stomach, groin. It doesn't matter what he's aiming for.
Only that he connects with flesh, throws him off guard. And does it hard.
But it's not as if he stops there, pulling his elbow in and using his forearm to break the hold Dean has on his throat. He sucks in a mouthful of air and feels dizzy, impossibly so at the sudden rush of oxygen. Maybe he coughs, staggers. Despite knowing to get space between them, recover his stance, he's glaring at him, fingers touching at his throat.
It's going to bruise. ]
I know enough. [ More than he wants to. Castiel breathes and moves to tackle him. ]
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Only that he connects with flesh, throws him off guard. And does it hard.
But it's not as if he stops there, pulling his elbow in and using his forearm to break the hold Dean has on his throat. He sucks in a mouthful of air and feels dizzy, impossibly so at the sudden rush of oxygen. Maybe he coughs, staggers. Despite knowing to get space between them, recover his stance, he's glaring at him, fingers touching at his throat.
It's going to bruise. ]
I know enough. [ More than he wants to. Castiel breathes and moves to tackle him. ]