The words are heavy, slam right through him so that the way Dean jerks out of his grasp doesn't even register in that moment. His fingers curl and clench, squeezing tighter and tighter until the bite of his nails is evident, and even then, he can't stop. It's to keep the anger soft, to keep himself composed and rational even if all he wants to do is reach out and take. Take, take, take because he's selfish and he's greedy and he needs him. ]
You're being ridiculous. [ His voice is forcefully even. ] I only see you trying to run, and for what? Because you should? You don't have the right to make that decision for me.
[ He doesn't have the right to do this to him.
He's torn between taking a step back and pushing forward, but there's no question, in the end, which he chooses. Castiel steps closer, feeling the weight of the gun in his hand pulling his arm down. He drops it on the mattress beside the bag Dean has filled. His second attempt at touching him is much firmer than before, almost hard as he grabs his wrist. ]
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The words are heavy, slam right through him so that the way Dean jerks out of his grasp doesn't even register in that moment. His fingers curl and clench, squeezing tighter and tighter until the bite of his nails is evident, and even then, he can't stop. It's to keep the anger soft, to keep himself composed and rational even if all he wants to do is reach out and take. Take, take, take because he's selfish and he's greedy and he needs him. ]
You're being ridiculous. [ His voice is forcefully even. ] I only see you trying to run, and for what? Because you should? You don't have the right to make that decision for me.
[ He doesn't have the right to do this to him.
He's torn between taking a step back and pushing forward, but there's no question, in the end, which he chooses. Castiel steps closer, feeling the weight of the gun in his hand pulling his arm down. He drops it on the mattress beside the bag Dean has filled. His second attempt at touching him is much firmer than before, almost hard as he grabs his wrist. ]
I won't let you.