[ their new friend looks absolutely phcking baffled. this carries on into the moment that connor slaps the gun out of his hand. a moment later, it appears in castiel's, despite that castiel hasn't moved an inch from where he's standing, gripped awkwardly by the barrel in his fingers. he takes connor's meaning when he holds his arm out, but he doesn't necessarily have to move to make himself useful.
the man gapes at them both, before bouncing back, liberated by his indignity. he gestures toward castiel, jabbing the air with an angry finger. ]
Hey, give that back!
[ castiel looks at the gun for long enough that connor might imagine he's actually thinking of it.
and, well, he wouldn't be wrong. but before castiel tosses it over, he tightens his grip around the barrel until the metal bends with a sad squeal. only then does he cast the gun at the feet of the intruder. ]
! excitement !
the man gapes at them both, before bouncing back, liberated by his indignity. he gestures toward castiel, jabbing the air with an angry finger. ]
Hey, give that back!
[ castiel looks at the gun for long enough that connor might imagine he's actually thinking of it.
and, well, he wouldn't be wrong. but before castiel tosses it over, he tightens his grip around the barrel until the metal bends with a sad squeal. only then does he cast the gun at the feet of the intruder. ]