[ What else can they do? When he'd died, he's certain no one had come to bury him or retrieve what was left of him. No one had mentioned finding a body, so that only leaves one assumption. Castiel eyes her. ]
I shot him in the head, Fatima. He isn't going to turn. [ He hates that it still sounds angry, that every emotion he's trying to ignore surfaces rather quickly. ] Could you —
[ Castiel lifts his hand, loosely clenching his fingers into a fist to indicate the fire he'd seen her control before. There is no question about what he thinks they should do, and once it's done, they need to move quickly. ]
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I shot him in the head, Fatima. He isn't going to turn. [ He hates that it still sounds angry, that every emotion he's trying to ignore surfaces rather quickly. ] Could you —
[ Castiel lifts his hand, loosely clenching his fingers into a fist to indicate the fire he'd seen her control before. There is no question about what he thinks they should do, and once it's done, they need to move quickly. ]