[ this is pathetic, dean knows. but he's feeling petty, has had his feathers ruffled something fierce, and what with talk of cas' stupid plan-- he could be doing better. cas' calm demeanor doesn't nothing help him, or the way he picks up the fallen items and places them back.
once it's shove back at him, it takes very little for dean to snap. all of it builds over, everything that's between them. the unspoken, the spoken, this anger and worry and want-- it's all there, a mumbled mess dean has no hope of clearing.
of understanding. and he wonders if he ever will.
the box goes flying this time, swiped off the table and clattering onto the floor with force. ]
Don't tell me what to do.
[ even if his arm burns, the pain of it spreading. but his hand remains curled into a fist at his side, tense despite the wound. ]
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Date: 2014-03-31 06:43 am (UTC)once it's shove back at him, it takes very little for dean to snap. all of it builds over, everything that's between them. the unspoken, the spoken, this anger and worry and want-- it's all there, a mumbled mess dean has no hope of clearing.
of understanding. and he wonders if he ever will.
the box goes flying this time, swiped off the table and clattering onto the floor with force. ]
Don't tell me what to do.
[ even if his arm burns, the pain of it spreading. but his hand remains curled into a fist at his side, tense despite the wound. ]