[ dean had hoped to make it out before cas' return, but as is the norm, luck isn't on his side. his head is buzzing, body numb from the death that had still clung to him some hours before, forcing his concentration to be purely in packing his things as quickly as he can-- which leaves him entirely unguarded as far as cas goes.
the telltale sound of the safety going off is what causes him to go stiff, stilling in the darkness.
he knows that voice though, and it prompts him to slowly turn around... ]
Hey, Cas.
[ his face is expressionless, green meeting blue without faltering for so much as a beat. he hasn't-- he remembers how cas had looked when he'd last seen him, moments before the infection had burned him away. it's the memory of that which makes this all the more necessary. ]
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the telltale sound of the safety going off is what causes him to go stiff, stilling in the darkness.
he knows that voice though, and it prompts him to slowly turn around... ]
Hey, Cas.
[ his face is expressionless, green meeting blue without faltering for so much as a beat. he hasn't-- he remembers how cas had looked when he'd last seen him, moments before the infection had burned him away. it's the memory of that which makes this all the more necessary. ]
Mind lowerin' the gun?