Cas isn't the only one covered in gore. Licking his lips, Dean tastes dried blood and makes a face. He'd willingly kill someone for a shower right now, if only to ease the soreness in his limbs. Stepping carefully - because shit, he's barefoot - through the underbrush, Dean tags alongside Castiel rather than striding ahead with his usual "confidence".
There's bound to be a next time. There's always a next time. That's just friggin' rhetorical.
"I can do that," Dean replies quietly, thumbing at his Adam's apple with the distracted fascination that he can finally produce sounds again. There isn't much he can say to make Castiel less embittered - in fact, Dean is pretty damn sure that the 'endangering their lives' factor isn't even the part Cas is ticked about.
Dean wishes he knew what the Hell it was. He can read people, but he's not the psychic-wonderboy.
Wincing as brambles cut at his calves, he pushes on. Dean suddenly realizes that he's done more talking with Castiel in the past month than he has with Sam in the past half-year. "Hey," Dean nudges one of Cas' shoulders with his own. "...thanks."
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Date: 2011-02-03 05:19 am (UTC)There's bound to be a next time. There's always a next time. That's just friggin' rhetorical.
"I can do that," Dean replies quietly, thumbing at his Adam's apple with the distracted fascination that he can finally produce sounds again. There isn't much he can say to make Castiel less embittered - in fact, Dean is pretty damn sure that the 'endangering their lives' factor isn't even the part Cas is ticked about.
Dean wishes he knew what the Hell it was. He can read people, but he's not the psychic-wonderboy.
Wincing as brambles cut at his calves, he pushes on. Dean suddenly realizes that he's done more talking with Castiel in the past month than he has with Sam in the past half-year. "Hey," Dean nudges one of Cas' shoulders with his own. "...thanks."