Some of the fatigue lifts beneath Castiel's hand, and Dean opens his eyes, only to squeeze them closed for the sudden, screaming presence of dozens of stings.
"Who puts bees in a damn countdown ball?" he groans, but the cold creeps back in, fog rolling back over Dean's thoughts. Cas tells him not to sleep, but it's so hard not to let himself drift away when his eyes are closed.
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Date: 2013-12-30 02:39 am (UTC)"Who puts bees in a damn countdown ball?" he groans, but the cold creeps back in, fog rolling back over Dean's thoughts. Cas tells him not to sleep, but it's so hard not to let himself drift away when his eyes are closed.