[ it's maybe the first time cas is forcing him to realize that, yes, it's mostly due to dean's actions that castiel ever leaves, that it's his fault, in the end. it has him stopping even with cas in his face the way he is... that is, if it weren't for the multiple jabs to the chest.

anyone else, and he'd break their arm for it.

dean's brow bunches together at the words left unsaid, and when cas turns away from him, he's already reaching out, hand clamping down onto his shoulder, twisting him back. there's no running from him, from his, he won't allow it. ]

No, you're gonna explain. Let you what? Walk to your goddamn death? Throw away everything at a chance to ask Lucifer for his life?

[ because he wants to know, and if it's something bad, he wants it out now instead of later. his hand grips down harder at the demand, too, ]

Out with it.