[ dean wants to push him away, but he's too tired. it's as if everything is finally becoming too much, dragging down the normally hard lines of his shoulders with invisible weight and pushing away cas is the last thing on his mind. all he sees is his brother falling, too much blood pouring out of him, not getting up, not vanishing like the other hallucinations...
he's not sure what he feels, only that it's more than unpleasant, makes him feel sick to the very core. ]
If he doesn't- [ do you know what that means?
he looks at cas then, finally. face a crumbling composure of its former walls, the pain radiating through despite how he tries to not let it. he can't keep contact for long, lets his eyes drop away with a sharp inhale. ]
You shouldn't be here. This isn't your mess, not anymore.
action.
he's not sure what he feels, only that it's more than unpleasant, makes him feel sick to the very core. ]
If he doesn't- [ do you know what that means?
he looks at cas then, finally. face a crumbling composure of its former walls, the pain radiating through despite how he tries to not let it. he can't keep contact for long, lets his eyes drop away with a sharp inhale. ]
You shouldn't be here. This isn't your mess, not anymore.
[ the mission, all of it, it's over with this. ]