[ Every single instinct in Dean's body is screaming at him to run, to get away, to shoot first and ask questions later. Nothing good can come of this - nothing. Dean owes Castiel nothing, not a damn thing - he came at him in a convenience store, threw a knife at him, shot him, hit him over the head and kidnapped him. He shouldn't have saved him, shouldn't have dawdled.
He's gonna pay a hefty price for that, because there's no way he's gonna get out of another encounter without more bullets and blood, and if Castiel's indoctrination is any sort of reference to go by, Dean can kiss his essence goodbye. ]
...Okay, Cas. [ He says, quiet, a little defeated, covering Cas' hand with his. ] Okay. You win. But I want you to remember when they're brainwashing me and turnin' me into some kinda monster that I saved your lily white ass out here.
[ And that's how Uriel will find them, then - crammed in the backseat of Castiel's Lincoln. Castiel's eyes are closed, his feet propped up on the backseat, shirtless but bandaged, Dean hovered on the floorboard next to him, both covered in blood. ]
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He's gonna pay a hefty price for that, because there's no way he's gonna get out of another encounter without more bullets and blood, and if Castiel's indoctrination is any sort of reference to go by, Dean can kiss his essence goodbye. ]
...Okay, Cas. [ He says, quiet, a little defeated, covering Cas' hand with his. ] Okay. You win. But I want you to remember when they're brainwashing me and turnin' me into some kinda monster that I saved your lily white ass out here.
[ And that's how Uriel will find them, then - crammed in the backseat of Castiel's Lincoln. Castiel's eyes are closed, his feet propped up on the backseat, shirtless but bandaged, Dean hovered on the floorboard next to him, both covered in blood. ]