[ At least Dean's aware that he's being transparent, and Castiel respects him, just a little, for that. He looks at Dean's eyes, is distracted by the way his tongue wets his lips, and... pathetic isn't the right word for how he thinks Dean looks, and if Castiel found the right word for it, he'd make himself uncomfortable. Pity, he settles on. Concern sounds even nicer. He does want Dean to be comfortable, and more importantly, alive. Castiel sighs as the dagger in his sleeve slips effortlessly back into his right hand. ]
You know, if you'd cooperated from the start, you wouldn't have your hands tied or a bullet in your leg at all.
[ In other words, no. Castiel doesn't trust Dean, can't trust him, and he won't. But he does have faith in his own abilities to protect himself, and so, he cuts off the tie he'd just secured linking Dean's wrists to his ankles, freeing him only that much. The other two remain in place as Castiel sheathes the knife again and begins unwrapping the hasty bandage to Dean's leg. ]
I'm going to take this bullet out of you, replace the bandage, and then we're going to drive.
[ And if Dean doesn't try to escape through all of that, Castiel will tie Dean's hands more comfortably to the door instead of his own ankles, he decides. The bullet in his own shoulder will have to stay. He doesn't trust Dean enough not to kill him as soon as that weakness is exposed. ]
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[ At least Dean's aware that he's being transparent, and Castiel respects him, just a little, for that. He looks at Dean's eyes, is distracted by the way his tongue wets his lips, and... pathetic isn't the right word for how he thinks Dean looks, and if Castiel found the right word for it, he'd make himself uncomfortable. Pity, he settles on. Concern sounds even nicer. He does want Dean to be comfortable, and more importantly, alive. Castiel sighs as the dagger in his sleeve slips effortlessly back into his right hand. ]
You know, if you'd cooperated from the start, you wouldn't have your hands tied or a bullet in your leg at all.
[ In other words, no. Castiel doesn't trust Dean, can't trust him, and he won't. But he does have faith in his own abilities to protect himself, and so, he cuts off the tie he'd just secured linking Dean's wrists to his ankles, freeing him only that much. The other two remain in place as Castiel sheathes the knife again and begins unwrapping the hasty bandage to Dean's leg. ]
I'm going to take this bullet out of you, replace the bandage, and then we're going to drive.
[ And if Dean doesn't try to escape through all of that, Castiel will tie Dean's hands more comfortably to the door instead of his own ankles, he decides. The bullet in his own shoulder will have to stay. He doesn't trust Dean enough not to kill him as soon as that weakness is exposed. ]