I don't really have any time to react. I hit the floor, cheek slamming against the hardwood -- God, why don't more people have carpet in kitchens? -- the taste of blood instantaneous on my tongue.
There's a knee at my back, and my brain just won't catch up... 'cause that's Cas' knee and why?
I cry out, and I'm not helpless, not usually, but he's so much stronger than me and he's got me pinned. I'm fucked.
"Cas, get off me. What the fuck are you doin', it's me," I growl, trying not to sound fucking terrified, like I am, 'cause I feel like I'm half a second away from being incinerated.
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Date: 2014-04-18 02:36 am (UTC)There's a knee at my back, and my brain just won't catch up... 'cause that's Cas' knee and why?
I cry out, and I'm not helpless, not usually, but he's so much stronger than me and he's got me pinned. I'm fucked.
"Cas, get off me. What the fuck are you doin', it's me," I growl, trying not to sound fucking terrified, like I am, 'cause I feel like I'm half a second away from being incinerated.