[ cas can see dean bristling under his flannel, a stark difference from the quiet and calm of the bond before, and the vehement distancing dean's doing now is somewhat telling. this isn't something he'll bring up again while they're out here fighting, but castiel makes a mental note to explore it later, away from danger and possible witnesses.
as dean takes to getting the door open, cas watches his back, machete in hand, scanning the street for any approaching monsters while dean-
while dean plays cave man with some concrete.
the look cas shoots him says was that really necessary, but he doesn't voice it, because there's a good chance it was actually really necessary. locks in meadowlark aren't the same as those they could get by easily back home, and dean probably needed the outlet for a little violence after the bond frustration anyway. rip, corner store door. ]
Feeling better?
[ asked wryly (rhetorically) as cas steps over the broken pieces of the once-lock and inside the corner store, holding the door for dean to make it in behind him as his eyes skim the interior of the store. he moves to the aisles next, grabbing a bag of what looks like some kind of scifi jerky equivalent and calling for dean's attention before he tosses it to him.
a few bottles of water in hand, cas makes his way back to the store counter, putting two bottles aside for them to drink later, and uncapping a third to pour over the wound on his shoulder, washing away dirt and blood and cleaning it off. the poison's gone, but it still needs dressing and covering up. the sound of fabric ripping fills the store as he tugs the tatters of his shirt back, giving more access to the wound, but this one-handed thing isn't working great for him. ]
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as dean takes to getting the door open, cas watches his back, machete in hand, scanning the street for any approaching monsters while dean-
while dean plays cave man with some concrete.
the look cas shoots him says was that really necessary, but he doesn't voice it, because there's a good chance it was actually really necessary. locks in meadowlark aren't the same as those they could get by easily back home, and dean probably needed the outlet for a little violence after the bond frustration anyway. rip, corner store door. ]
Feeling better?
[ asked wryly (rhetorically) as cas steps over the broken pieces of the once-lock and inside the corner store, holding the door for dean to make it in behind him as his eyes skim the interior of the store. he moves to the aisles next, grabbing a bag of what looks like some kind of scifi jerky equivalent and calling for dean's attention before he tosses it to him.
a few bottles of water in hand, cas makes his way back to the store counter, putting two bottles aside for them to drink later, and uncapping a third to pour over the wound on his shoulder, washing away dirt and blood and cleaning it off. the poison's gone, but it still needs dressing and covering up. the sound of fabric ripping fills the store as he tugs the tatters of his shirt back, giving more access to the wound, but this one-handed thing isn't working great for him. ]
Dean, I need a hand with this.