[ He lingers for several seconds after, watching the way the blood slowly leaks over the back of the seat and drips to the floor of the car. Castiel looks worse, he's certain of it, but that's not the point of this. Slowly, he shakes his head, and he feels dizzy. ]
No.
[ It seems that's all he can say.
Dean wouldn't have wanted him dragging him all the way back. He wouldn't have wanted him to get caught, to be slowed down and killed short of reaching the campus. His fingers tremble as he takes a step forward, gripping the open car door so he can lean in and touch his shoulder. Castiel makes it quick, sliding his hand down the length of Dean's unmoving arm to pull off the ring around his finger.
If he comes back, if he doesn't-- ]
We should go. [ His voice is masked over, his expression cold now. ]
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No.
[ It seems that's all he can say.
Dean wouldn't have wanted him dragging him all the way back. He wouldn't have wanted him to get caught, to be slowed down and killed short of reaching the campus. His fingers tremble as he takes a step forward, gripping the open car door so he can lean in and touch his shoulder. Castiel makes it quick, sliding his hand down the length of Dean's unmoving arm to pull off the ring around his finger.
If he comes back, if he doesn't-- ]
We should go. [ His voice is masked over, his expression cold now. ]