[ He doesn't know why they're doing this, why they're fighting or close to killing each other. Dean could do it. Castiel knows he could. But he could also end him, no less adept at killing than the other man beneath him. Breath leaves him once more in a loud gasp with the blind shove, using his thighs to squeeze those hips and keep himself from toppling over. ]
Do you?
[ It's a useless response, gripping Dean's jacket and hauling himself close. The length of his forearm shoves itself under Dean's chin and stops short of pressing in to choke him. He leans down, glaring at him. ] What are you trying to prove?
[ That he can kill him? If that's the case, Castiel isn't going to roll over and surrender. ]
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Date: 2014-02-24 10:49 pm (UTC)Do you?
[ It's a useless response, gripping Dean's jacket and hauling himself close. The length of his forearm shoves itself under Dean's chin and stops short of pressing in to choke him. He leans down, glaring at him. ] What are you trying to prove?
[ That he can kill him? If that's the case, Castiel isn't going to roll over and surrender. ]