[ It's a slow awakening for Dean, and Castiel can hear it, can feel the tension rising in Dean under his hands. He works quickly, digging for the bullet, the tweezers striking metal, sliding— And then Dean kicks out, and Castiel is jarred backwards, and the tweezers drop from his hand, leaving another bloody splatter across the beige leather backseat. He elbows Dean's legs back down and drops a knee on them to keep Dean's lower half pinned as Castiel rolls his eyes, a full-body motion, and keeps a guarded hand up to keep Dean from striking at him (or making contact if he does, anyway). ]
Calm down. If you keep moving like this, you'll injure yourself worse.
[ Rude, also. Honestly, this is all so much more frustrating that Castiel expected. He had been so sure that Dean would understand, or would even already be expecting someone to find him. Instead, Castiel has to deal with this insanity. He should've brought a sedative. ]
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Calm down. If you keep moving like this, you'll injure yourself worse.
[ Rude, also. Honestly, this is all so much more frustrating that Castiel expected. He had been so sure that Dean would understand, or would even already be expecting someone to find him. Instead, Castiel has to deal with this insanity. He should've brought a sedative. ]