[ it's a little funny, and a little familiar, when connor tells him to get back. of course, dean knew what he was and that he could withstand any damage and did it anyway. connor, he imagines, doesn't believe him about his identity. regardless of the reason, it sets off a pang in castiel's chest, a familiar and painful longing.
he should probably get involved, he thinks to himself offhandedly, but he can hardly move to interfere when the slug container (slontaner) is passed off to him.
the man curses again when connor says the obvious, throwing a scowl. ]
No shit, Asshole.
[ he straightens up and moves his hand toward his coat— probably, to pull out a weapon. ]
sluscle
he should probably get involved, he thinks to himself offhandedly, but he can hardly move to interfere when the slug container (slontaner) is passed off to him.
the man curses again when connor says the obvious, throwing a scowl. ]
No shit, Asshole.
[ he straightens up and moves his hand toward his coat— probably, to pull out a weapon. ]