[ Castiel's chest burns with bruises from the bullets that landed: five hot points of impact spread across his stomach and chest, and one far sharper ache in his right shoulder that he ignores, still pointing the gun at Dean steadily with his left hand, his aim leveled lower and lower, always at Dean's head, as Castiel closes the distance between them and Dean drops to kneeling from his injuries.
Despite the fiery heat and sensation of wetness dripping down his right arm, Castiel's expression is stony. His voice is sandpaper rough as ever, but calm. ]
My orders are to retrieve God's chosen one by any means necessary. Now, are you ready to make the "smart decision" and stop resisting?
[ At this point, Castiel knows that Dean won't come quietly, though he should. Bleeding from two bullet wounds now and with an empty clip in his handgun, there's no winning this fight. Dean should know that, and yet, Dean is a soldier of a kind, and Castiel sees himself there in Dean. Death before surrender is what led to this shootout, after all. No, the words aren't meant to persuade Dean, but to enrage him enough to act as a distraction while Castiel retrieves his dagger from the ground, summarily shoots the Impala's back tires out, and levels the sight of his gun at Dean again, more than an arm's length out of reach. He isn't going to have the gun pulled from his hand. Castiel's social graces may be lacking, but his military experience clearly isn't. ]
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[ Castiel's chest burns with bruises from the bullets that landed: five hot points of impact spread across his stomach and chest, and one far sharper ache in his right shoulder that he ignores, still pointing the gun at Dean steadily with his left hand, his aim leveled lower and lower, always at Dean's head, as Castiel closes the distance between them and Dean drops to kneeling from his injuries.
Despite the fiery heat and sensation of wetness dripping down his right arm, Castiel's expression is stony. His voice is sandpaper rough as ever, but calm. ]
My orders are to retrieve God's chosen one by any means necessary. Now, are you ready to make the "smart decision" and stop resisting?
[ At this point, Castiel knows that Dean won't come quietly, though he should. Bleeding from two bullet wounds now and with an empty clip in his handgun, there's no winning this fight. Dean should know that, and yet, Dean is a soldier of a kind, and Castiel sees himself there in Dean. Death before surrender is what led to this shootout, after all. No, the words aren't meant to persuade Dean, but to enrage him enough to act as a distraction while Castiel retrieves his dagger from the ground, summarily shoots the Impala's back tires out, and levels the sight of his gun at Dean again, more than an arm's length out of reach. He isn't going to have the gun pulled from his hand. Castiel's social graces may be lacking, but his military experience clearly isn't. ]