[ One last headbutt from the liger and it's lifting its head up again, golden eyes shimmering even in the darkness and unaffected by the bloody red glow of everything else. Less quick as it stands, apparently satisfied that this isn't a monster to be torn to pieces, it pads back across to Dean, rests on its haunches to watch the back of the human its bonded with.
Dean, though. He's just staring, trying to process the words, trying to actually apply some goddamn meaning to the fact that Cas is here. Actually here. And then it hits him. The Cas who's already here - the angel - who'd said something along the lines of... Cas knew he was being sent to his death, was right.
Something to think about privately, because as much as this reunion was always going to be fucked up, it's got a real edge of danger here in Deerington. ]
Thought you were a shifter. Or a ghost.
[ He's not saying a damn thing about what he's feeling though. Every second he spent as a teenager with so many feelings and the aching need to help people hasn't been forgotten. But this town is crawling with things that could actually take the two of them out. So he gestures down towards that abandoned assault rifle and then starts to turn away. ]
It's not safe out here. Pick that up and follow me.
[ Falling back onto commands, like he's any kind of leader here. He's not. He has no idea what he is now, but this is the safest way to get them somewhere to... he doesn't know what. Talk? He feels like he hasn't really talked to Cas in years. And honestly? He doesn't think he deserves to. ]
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Dean, though. He's just staring, trying to process the words, trying to actually apply some goddamn meaning to the fact that Cas is here. Actually here. And then it hits him. The Cas who's already here - the angel - who'd said something along the lines of... Cas knew he was being sent to his death, was right.
Something to think about privately, because as much as this reunion was always going to be fucked up, it's got a real edge of danger here in Deerington. ]
Thought you were a shifter. Or a ghost.
[ He's not saying a damn thing about what he's feeling though. Every second he spent as a teenager with so many feelings and the aching need to help people hasn't been forgotten. But this town is crawling with things that could actually take the two of them out. So he gestures down towards that abandoned assault rifle and then starts to turn away. ]
It's not safe out here. Pick that up and follow me.
[ Falling back onto commands, like he's any kind of leader here. He's not. He has no idea what he is now, but this is the safest way to get them somewhere to... he doesn't know what. Talk? He feels like he hasn't really talked to Cas in years. And honestly? He doesn't think he deserves to. ]