[ It does look like Dean dragged Castiel into the backseat and got a little too friendly with his knife, doesn't it? Especially with Dean not being restrained in any way. And yet, Uriel is strangely casual as he leans against the car, looking between them the way someone might judge between two cuts of fish at the seafood counter.
Uriel's eyebrows lift comically high at Dean's explanation, and he laughs sharply, like it's being punched out of him. ]
You're looking to give Castiel a blood transfusion? With a field kit? So speaketh the Righteous Man.
[ Uriel doesn't wait for an answer, but leans back, chuckling. ]
Leave the laying-on-of-hands to the professionals, Winchester. Our little Castiel here already told me he was shot, by you, and there's an ambulance on the way. You and I have got more important places to be, now. Hurry up.
[ Uriel directs, turning his back on Dean fearlessly and walks back towards his own vehicle, expecting Dean to follow. He brings a phone to his ear as he walks, and presumably after someone on the other end had picked up, Uriel gives their location's coordinates, along with Dean and Castiel's condition. ]
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Uriel's eyebrows lift comically high at Dean's explanation, and he laughs sharply, like it's being punched out of him. ]
You're looking to give Castiel a blood transfusion? With a field kit? So speaketh the Righteous Man.
[ Uriel doesn't wait for an answer, but leans back, chuckling. ]
Leave the laying-on-of-hands to the professionals, Winchester. Our little Castiel here already told me he was shot, by you, and there's an ambulance on the way. You and I have got more important places to be, now. Hurry up.
[ Uriel directs, turning his back on Dean fearlessly and walks back towards his own vehicle, expecting Dean to follow. He brings a phone to his ear as he walks, and presumably after someone on the other end had picked up, Uriel gives their location's coordinates, along with Dean and Castiel's condition. ]