[ Castiel's eyes glance up at Dean at the exclamation, and there's sympathy there, regardless of whether Dean wants it from the man responsible for putting that bullet there. He still doesn't enjoy seeing Dean in pain, but it's better, safer for him to have that bullet removed than allow it to stay lodged in his leg where it might cause further injuries with Dean's every movement. And he will move, Castiel is sure. Dean's far from placid.
Castiel, for his part, is fine. He's not the one having a bullet pried out of his muscle and bone, after all. The pain in his shoulder, even as it radiates up to his neck, is easy to meditate away. His skin is pale, but it's always pale as he doesn't get out much. His breathing is shallow, but that's... Well, it's a stressful situation right now; that's all. If he's sweating, that's all that is, too. He isn't dizzy. He isn't confused.
...Except, of course, because of Dean. He's only know Dean Winchester as a person for less than an hour and already Castiel is infinitely confused by him. Castiel doesn't look anywhere but down as he clips the first-aid kit shut and bundles it under his good arm. He drags Dean back towards the door with him, as if he might be angling his hands to cut the ties, but instead, he zips them with another tie to the metal handle on the inside of the door. ]
It isn't your decision. This is your destiny, as it's written.
[ With that as the only explanation Castiel gives, he climbs into the front seat, grunting a little as his right arm and neck are jostled. He drops the kit in the seat next to him, puts his hands on the wheel, steadies his breathing for a count of four and then twists the key in the ignition and eases the car back onto the road. ]
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Castiel, for his part, is fine. He's not the one having a bullet pried out of his muscle and bone, after all. The pain in his shoulder, even as it radiates up to his neck, is easy to meditate away. His skin is pale, but it's always pale as he doesn't get out much. His breathing is shallow, but that's... Well, it's a stressful situation right now; that's all. If he's sweating, that's all that is, too. He isn't dizzy. He isn't confused.
...Except, of course, because of Dean. He's only know Dean Winchester as a person for less than an hour and already Castiel is infinitely confused by him. Castiel doesn't look anywhere but down as he clips the first-aid kit shut and bundles it under his good arm. He drags Dean back towards the door with him, as if he might be angling his hands to cut the ties, but instead, he zips them with another tie to the metal handle on the inside of the door. ]
It isn't your decision. This is your destiny, as it's written.
[ With that as the only explanation Castiel gives, he climbs into the front seat, grunting a little as his right arm and neck are jostled. He drops the kit in the seat next to him, puts his hands on the wheel, steadies his breathing for a count of four and then twists the key in the ignition and eases the car back onto the road. ]