[ Dean's already arguing before Cas even finishes that first sentence. ]
You don't know what God commands, he's not even real and even if he--watch out--!
[ Dean is shouting as they bump and bounce through underbrush, the car careening to a stop as Castiel slams on the breaks, which is pretty painful for Dean considering he's tethered to the door and all it does is wrench his shoulder, straining his bad arm. ]
What the hell are you doin' -- I told you you were gonna wreck the car! [ Dean glares at him, watching him struggle, heart flopping in his chest because he's presented with the same dilemma he was before, and he doesn't like it. He doesn't like anything about it. ]
You're bleeding out, Cas. If you don't let me help you, you're going to die.
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You don't know what God commands, he's not even real and even if he--watch out--!
[ Dean is shouting as they bump and bounce through underbrush, the car careening to a stop as Castiel slams on the breaks, which is pretty painful for Dean considering he's tethered to the door and all it does is wrench his shoulder, straining his bad arm. ]
What the hell are you doin' -- I told you you were gonna wreck the car! [ Dean glares at him, watching him struggle, heart flopping in his chest because he's presented with the same dilemma he was before, and he doesn't like it. He doesn't like anything about it. ]
You're bleeding out, Cas. If you don't let me help you, you're going to die.