[ If he did manage to overpower Castiel, it would certainly be interesting to see what his next step was from there. Outside the windows of the car is a dirt road and more woods. He would have to find one of his knives and free himself first. Would he drive the car or try to run?

Either way, Castiel isn't going to allow it to happen. He'd be dead if he lost Dean now. There is no way for him but forward. He fights the way Dean does, with a desperation just beneath the calm, like underwater creatures writhing beneath the water's surface. ]

Dean—

[ It takes a minute of breathy scuffling for Castiel to catch Dean's hands as he bucks, trying to break Castiel's hold. He uses his weight, and Dean's, releasing Dean's feet from the weight of his knee only to shove them up towards Dean's wrists, and with another minute of shoving and pinning Dean to the backseat, blood a mess through the bandage on Dean's arm, from his freely bleeding leg and in growing blots on the shoulder of Castiel's coat, he manages to yank another zip tie closed, linking Dean's wrists and ankles together.

Though Dean's free to roll around like a pill bug all he likes, it renders him mostly immobile otherwise, which frees Castiel to locate the tweezers and first aid kit. ]

I'm not sure what else I expected.

[ Castiel grumbles, knowing exactly what he'd expected and more berating himself for being such a fool as to have believed the man he'd find would be anything less than entirely too human. He unrolls a length of bandage with stiff jerks, and he tugs it around Dean's bleeding leg with the same rough efficiency. ]

If you want to keep a bullet in your leg and your hands and feet tied for a twelve hour drive, fine. Keep them. That's your decision.