[ dean grunts something at that, low and still very much growly, not really bothering with an answer. he'd been shit last night, he was shit this morning, nothing more to it. and he even still feels like shit-- so it's all great. yet he knows he shouldn't be taking it out on cas, that the other man definitely doesn't deserve it.
he's surprised, when cas clings to his sleeve, turns to look at him with a barely raised brow. ]
What's it to you?
[ he's not entirely sure. he feels like crap -- maybe he still is drunk, who knows -- everything aching and hurting, yet nothing stings more than what had originally driven him to this, sam's betrayal coming back to him at full force. he doesn't pull away from cas though, just sort of lingers there....
he doesn't know where he's going or what he's going to do, only that staying here seems like a bad idea. ]
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he's surprised, when cas clings to his sleeve, turns to look at him with a barely raised brow. ]
What's it to you?
[ he's not entirely sure. he feels like crap -- maybe he still is drunk, who knows -- everything aching and hurting, yet nothing stings more than what had originally driven him to this, sam's betrayal coming back to him at full force. he doesn't pull away from cas though, just sort of lingers there....
he doesn't know where he's going or what he's going to do, only that staying here seems like a bad idea. ]
Not supposed to be here to begin with.
[ he offers a breath later, quietly. ]