[ The impact shouldn't surprise him, but it does enough to jar his entire body. He lands hard on top of Dean, half-straddling him as he mindlessly reaches out to curl a hand into the fabric of his jacket and yank. Pull, shake, upset his orientation. It causes that fist Dean lashes out with to go astray, slamming hard into his shoulder.
Castiel grunts, teeth grit. Then, he's balling up his hand, drawing back and connecting his own fist with Dean's jaw. Pain flares through his knuckles, but he's far from stopping. ]
Is that really all you've got?
[ Taunting, encouraging him to hurt him. So they can hurt each other. He leans back, fist up again to follow through with a second punch as he yanks on his clothes. It leaves him a little unbalanced, open. ]
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Castiel grunts, teeth grit. Then, he's balling up his hand, drawing back and connecting his own fist with Dean's jaw. Pain flares through his knuckles, but he's far from stopping. ]
Is that really all you've got?
[ Taunting, encouraging him to hurt him. So they can hurt each other. He leans back, fist up again to follow through with a second punch as he yanks on his clothes. It leaves him a little unbalanced, open. ]