[ he'd hoped to topple cas over, but true to the world they come from, cas doesn't fall easily and instead manages to stay on. dean's going in for another shove, hands digging, shoving, pushing at castiel's side but from where he lies it's hard to get the right amount of force.
the press of cas' forearm stills him entirely and suddenly, forces him to tilt his head back as he draws a quick gasp of a breath.
what are you trying to prove? he doesn't know, and it stops him short. it bubbles under his skin, anger and hatred but he doesn't know why-- why now. the words, the accusation and the truth of what cas had said had triggered this, but why now? why react this way? it's all crashing around him then, like he can see what he's doing but has no idea why--
dean swallows hard, not moving an inch otherwise. ]
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the press of cas' forearm stills him entirely and suddenly, forces him to tilt his head back as he draws a quick gasp of a breath.
what are you trying to prove? he doesn't know, and it stops him short. it bubbles under his skin, anger and hatred but he doesn't know why-- why now. the words, the accusation and the truth of what cas had said had triggered this, but why now? why react this way? it's all crashing around him then, like he can see what he's doing but has no idea why--
dean swallows hard, not moving an inch otherwise. ]
Get off me.