[ He stands there with his hands resting flat on the table, oddly composed through the tantrum and mess Dean creates by pushing everything onto the floor. Clean bandages, antiseptic, needles, and plenty of other things they'd kept just in case--it didn't mean anything now. He looks at it for a second before stepping back and immediately rounding the table to crowd right into that precious personal space of his. ]
And then what? [ He never listens to him anyway. Why should this be any different? ] Are you going to do that to me too?
[ Throw him away, ignore him. Pretend it doesn't matter. Castiel catches himself before he can say anything else, breath a little ragged from getting so worked up over this. Which shouldn't surprise him. They fight all the time anymore about everything. But it makes him shake, makes him think outrageously idiotic things. He's so close to walking out-- ]
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And then what? [ He never listens to him anyway. Why should this be any different? ] Are you going to do that to me too?
[ Throw him away, ignore him. Pretend it doesn't matter. Castiel catches himself before he can say anything else, breath a little ragged from getting so worked up over this. Which shouldn't surprise him. They fight all the time anymore about everything. But it makes him shake, makes him think outrageously idiotic things. He's so close to walking out-- ]
You're being petulant.