[ More than having his wound bandaged and stitched or hearing Uriel arrive, it's Dean's reassurance that he'll go home with them that has the adrenaline in Castiel's body truly dispersing. Of course, he disagrees with what Dean's said. He won't be brainwashed or made into a monster. He is already God's chosen, a savior of mankind, and Castiel was foolish to doubt that for as long as he did. He sighs in relief. His hand falls slack under Dean's, and he almost manages a smile, but not quite. He goes limp against the backseat, dropping into comfortably numb unconsciousness, and the "thank you" he means to say is lost to the darkness.
Uriel peers in through the window to see the mess of them, bloody all over each other. His hands are in his suit pockets as if he's completely unbothered by the sight of all that blood, of Castiel unmoving, and of a gun in Dean's hand. After tapping his knuckles on the window and not being immediately shot at, he meets Dean's eyes, then circles the car. He pulls open the opposite door but doesn't leave any space for Dean to get out, but rather drops an arm on the hood and leans in, smiling. ]
Dean Winchester.
[ He drawls out the words like they're enjoyable to say, as if the taste of of the sound in sweet in his throat. His smile breaks into a grin. ]
You're a hard man to find. And apparently an even harder one to catch.
[ As his eyes skip over to Castiel and back, his expression evens out and his voice drops to a less enthusiastic, more casual register of concern. ]
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Uriel peers in through the window to see the mess of them, bloody all over each other. His hands are in his suit pockets as if he's completely unbothered by the sight of all that blood, of Castiel unmoving, and of a gun in Dean's hand. After tapping his knuckles on the window and not being immediately shot at, he meets Dean's eyes, then circles the car. He pulls open the opposite door but doesn't leave any space for Dean to get out, but rather drops an arm on the hood and leans in, smiling. ]
Dean Winchester.
[ He drawls out the words like they're enjoyable to say, as if the taste of of the sound in sweet in his throat. His smile breaks into a grin. ]
You're a hard man to find. And apparently an even harder one to catch.
[ As his eyes skip over to Castiel and back, his expression evens out and his voice drops to a less enthusiastic, more casual register of concern. ]
Is he alive?