[ Under the assumption that Cas is following, just like always, Dean's gathered up whatever stray thoughts want to drag his whole consciousness to meaning over survival. Only thing that matters right now is surviving this for long enough to get somewhere safe. The 'no' from behind him interrupts the way his eyes sweep the area, like he's sure he can feel things that mean them harm just out of view.
The liger stops before he does, and his brain just won't process the singular, solo word of disagreement in a way that makes sense. It doesn't make sense. A throaty, deep growl is what does it, and though he already knows that Cas has stopped - he doesn't need to see for himself, already got the message from his dream guide - it takes an extra few steps for him to do the same. ]
No?
[ He doesn't turn around, doesn't twist his head to look over his shoulder because his eyes are still sharp and focused elsewhere. ]
Cas, there's literally no time to screw around.
[ Slowly he does turn, throws a look over his shoulder that's frustration bordering on something more wild. Okay, maybe Cas is pissed about what happened. He's not going to deny the guy that. Not here, not today. ]
Okay, yeah, this is a trip, even for you-- [ It doesn't take long for old habits to slide back into place, harsh but... regretful. He does regret the words as soon as they're out of his mouth. ]
Look. This is messed up. I know it is. But if we stay out here we're both dead. And in this place? Dead doesn't mean dead. It means comin' back, again and again. And every time you come back it gets worse. So whatever you gotta say to me, stow it. You get first swing when we're somewhere that's got four walls and a door.
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The liger stops before he does, and his brain just won't process the singular, solo word of disagreement in a way that makes sense. It doesn't make sense. A throaty, deep growl is what does it, and though he already knows that Cas has stopped - he doesn't need to see for himself, already got the message from his dream guide - it takes an extra few steps for him to do the same. ]
No?
[ He doesn't turn around, doesn't twist his head to look over his shoulder because his eyes are still sharp and focused elsewhere. ]
Cas, there's literally no time to screw around.
[ Slowly he does turn, throws a look over his shoulder that's frustration bordering on something more wild. Okay, maybe Cas is pissed about what happened. He's not going to deny the guy that. Not here, not today. ]
Okay, yeah, this is a trip, even for you-- [ It doesn't take long for old habits to slide back into place, harsh but... regretful. He does regret the words as soon as they're out of his mouth. ]
Look. This is messed up. I know it is. But if we stay out here we're both dead. And in this place? Dead doesn't mean dead. It means comin' back, again and again. And every time you come back it gets worse. So whatever you gotta say to me, stow it. You get first swing when we're somewhere that's got four walls and a door.