venatoris: commissioned by @tomwaits (pic#14889332)
ɹǝʇsǝɥɔuıʍ uɐǝp ([personal profile] venatoris) wrote in [personal profile] foolintherain 2021-07-05 12:40 am (UTC)

[ Dean didn't expect Castiel to come back so soon - or at all. He hasn't been exactly subtle about his frustration, disdain, and fury, and not just in regards to his treatment, but to Castiel, himself. You're the reason he's here, the reason he caved, the reason he finally said yes and went with your little group of freaks.

And this is how he's repaid. A bucket of shit and crappy food and a collar on his neck.

The hour Castiel is gone, Dean is leaned against the wall, his eyes closed - he's waiting for the door to unlock and open so he can fling a tray of rotting food, but it doesn't come at the time it usually does, which leaves him on edge, a little afraid, and unnerved. He's tired, though, so with his head tipped back like that, he dozes because he can't help it; his body is exhausted, barely healing, bloodied and laughably bandaged, probably infected. He's feverish and sick, cheeks pink with color that make his freckles stand out, eyes a little too bright.

But hey. He's here.

When the door finally does unlock, he rolls his head to look, narrowing his eyes, but he doesn't bother to throw his metaphorical feces. Instead, he just watches, a brow lifted. ]


I thought I told you to go away.

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