[ With Castiel continuing to come in and out without any set schedule to run errands or whatever, it leaves Dean down here in the stinking darkness, curled in on himself and left to his thoughts. He's wallowing in his loneliness, the fact that he has nothing and no one, not even his car anymore.
And Dean's thoughts, when left alone without booze or sex or any number of questionable distractions, are dangerous.
He's tired, afraid, desperate for his freedom, and the longer he's left down here like a chained dog the more he's inclined to behave to see how far it gets him. Throwing his food certainly hasn't gotten him anywhere - compliance seems to be the only option left. Trying to remember himself is getting hard though, especially with the fever clouding his brain. He feels like shit.
Dean clutches Castiel's hand, shifting his head to look over at him, eyes a little glassy as he manages a smirk. ]
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And Dean's thoughts, when left alone without booze or sex or any number of questionable distractions, are dangerous.
He's tired, afraid, desperate for his freedom, and the longer he's left down here like a chained dog the more he's inclined to behave to see how far it gets him. Throwing his food certainly hasn't gotten him anywhere - compliance seems to be the only option left. Trying to remember himself is getting hard though, especially with the fever clouding his brain. He feels like shit.
Dean clutches Castiel's hand, shifting his head to look over at him, eyes a little glassy as he manages a smirk. ]
Sorry, man. Only toilet in the area.