[ it's too late for this, the wrong moment for some petty bullshit about a fucking ring, and with cas' resistance comes dean's anger. he turns, rounds on cas with age-old fury that stems from lucifer's presence, of knowing shit's so, so close to hitting the fan again.
and yet he knows he can't drag cas into the mess, not here, not when he so clearly doesn't know about their good old friend the devil being around. ]
And I need you to get the fuck lost right now, Cas. Another word and I'm breakin' you teeth with the damn thing.
[ He hesitates, only for a moment, a short simple intake of breath, and the door slips from his grasp, body immediately jerking back out of the space that's already between them. It creates a wider barrier, and Castiel doesn't know what to do besides let it happen. There's something more to this, he thinks. Something that Dean isn't going to tell him.
How has that changed though? It hasn't.
He opens his mouth, prepared to argue and then deflates halfway through, shaking his head and turning away without a word. Too stubborn to give in, this won't be the last time Dean sees him. ]
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and yet he knows he can't drag cas into the mess, not here, not when he so clearly doesn't know about their good old friend the devil being around. ]
And I need you to get the fuck lost right now, Cas. Another word and I'm breakin' you teeth with the damn thing.
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How has that changed though? It hasn't.
He opens his mouth, prepared to argue and then deflates halfway through, shaking his head and turning away without a word. Too stubborn to give in, this won't be the last time Dean sees him. ]