[ dean expects to see just a flash of hurt followed by the sound of a splash... not to be dragged in with the ex-angel while hurt etches itself into cas' face. the water is a cold greeting, freezing him down to the core of his bones, clothing sagging him down immediately. he feels cas let go, feels him flail next to him. he's about to turn, but a wild arm smacks him lightly on the side, and he turns to see cas grasping for the surface, and dean wonders-- wonders if there's something wrong.
seconds ago he was shoving at cas to back off, ready to punch him if he didn't get his way... and now it's dean who grabs a handful of cas' clothing, drags him back upwards to the surface.
breaking out from the muddy water, dean gasps for air, yanking cas with him. ]
Stupid--
[ son of a bitch. breathlessness steals his words though, leave him glaring at cas instead. ]
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Date: 2013-09-28 08:42 pm (UTC)seconds ago he was shoving at cas to back off, ready to punch him if he didn't get his way... and now it's dean who grabs a handful of cas' clothing, drags him back upwards to the surface.
breaking out from the muddy water, dean gasps for air, yanking cas with him. ]
Stupid--
[ son of a bitch. breathlessness steals his words though, leave him glaring at cas instead. ]