Dean blocks again, sweeping up this time to force Castiel back and away from his feet. He has no idea what the angels did to him, but Cas isn't the only one born and raised to be a fighter, and if Dean's a match now, he's not going down easy.
His fingers itch to draw the blade from its sheath, but Dean doesn't dare. If it can block, it can certainly cut, and he's not taking any pieces of Castiel he doesn't have to. "Cas," he tries again, and refuses to dwell on the knowledge that the last time Castiel stopped, it's because he was squeezing the life from Dean beneath him. "Listen to me and fight this."
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Date: 2014-04-21 04:55 am (UTC)His fingers itch to draw the blade from its sheath, but Dean doesn't dare. If it can block, it can certainly cut, and he's not taking any pieces of Castiel he doesn't have to. "Cas," he tries again, and refuses to dwell on the knowledge that the last time Castiel stopped, it's because he was squeezing the life from Dean beneath him. "Listen to me and fight this."