[ with the press comes the will to fight; something dean should know but doesn't see coming. not until cas is clawing at his wrist, and then sending a knee right into his stomach. it gets him stumbling back, sharp, numbing pain pulsing trough his entire system as he grips a hand over his lower body, curses falling from his lips.
and then he's falling, cas' weight slamming against him in a tackle that ends with him on the ground, grunting as the hard stone meets with his back. ]
Fuck you--
[ dean swings a fist blindly, wanting to break cas' face but who knows if it'll end up anywhere near there. whatever, as long as there's pain involved, he'll keep dishing punches out. ]
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and then he's falling, cas' weight slamming against him in a tackle that ends with him on the ground, grunting as the hard stone meets with his back. ]
Fuck you--
[ dean swings a fist blindly, wanting to break cas' face but who knows if it'll end up anywhere near there. whatever, as long as there's pain involved, he'll keep dishing punches out. ]