[ Dean fights like a cornered animal, because that's what he is. He's trapped, unable to get past Castiel, he can't get free, there is no escape. Castiel has the advantage of not being zip tied, therefore it's far easier for him to get the upper hand and restrain Dean further. ]
Oh, come on--
[ His heart hammers in his chest, and despite all of his bravado and hissing and irritation and instincts that scream at him to fight back, Dean is scared. He's scared, he's practically hog tied in Castiel's backseat, divested of his weapons and knives, and he's out of options. It seems like a damned good time to start panicking, but that kind of behavior never did anyone any favors, so Dean will try another tactic. ]
Okay, okay. Alright. Truce. Truce, okay? You dig this bullet outta me and I'll dig that one outta you.
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Oh, come on--
[ His heart hammers in his chest, and despite all of his bravado and hissing and irritation and instincts that scream at him to fight back, Dean is scared. He's scared, he's practically hog tied in Castiel's backseat, divested of his weapons and knives, and he's out of options. It seems like a damned good time to start panicking, but that kind of behavior never did anyone any favors, so Dean will try another tactic. ]
Okay, okay. Alright. Truce. Truce, okay? You dig this bullet outta me and I'll dig that one outta you.