[ any other person might look at jesse and immediately typecast, but castiel doesn't have that kind of experience with humanity. he can't read souls just by looking at a person, the way some angels do in in the stories humans write about them, but people are just people. most of the time, however they act, he finds all they're trying to do is their best. with careful stress on most.
but somehow, the situation deescalates. the angry man leaves and it's just the two of them and their cooling cars. one thing he can tell by looking at jesse, he's just as new to this place as castiel himself is. ]
You were hurt—?
[ castiel's brow furrows in concern, but first thing's first: he walks through the ditch around to the other side of the van, careless of his now mud-caked shoes, and studies it. then, he places both hands on one side and— pushes. it looks ridiculous. anyone seeing this picture would think castiel has lost his mind. but a moment later, the van groans as the metal bends under its own weight bearing down on the force of castiel's pushing. thankfully, it doesn't buckle. the tires drag deep tracks in the mud, but though it's slow going, that's proof that the van is, indeed, moving. ]
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but somehow, the situation deescalates. the angry man leaves and it's just the two of them and their cooling cars. one thing he can tell by looking at jesse, he's just as new to this place as castiel himself is. ]
You were hurt—?
[ castiel's brow furrows in concern, but first thing's first: he walks through the ditch around to the other side of the van, careless of his now mud-caked shoes, and studies it. then, he places both hands on one side and— pushes. it looks ridiculous. anyone seeing this picture would think castiel has lost his mind. but a moment later, the van groans as the metal bends under its own weight bearing down on the force of castiel's pushing. thankfully, it doesn't buckle. the tires drag deep tracks in the mud, but though it's slow going, that's proof that the van is, indeed, moving. ]