[ Cas looked - specifically for something to palm, no matter how poorly that would go. He doesn't... but it feels better looking through the supplies than at Dean.
Not leading a damn thing here? Well... ]
Same difference.
[ He likes that one, and how it folds in on itself. Likes it more than were the topic's headed. But what can he say... he might have been accused of many things and failures during their time at Champ Chitaqua, but he's always debriefed. ]
Well... let's see. You, uh. Sent us die, of course. So we did, to make sure you could take your shot. [ There's not resentment in his voice. Cas knows tactics, knows strategy... he gets it. He does. Cannon fodder has its place in a war. ] I, uhm. I killed Risa. And... Andy and Mark, I think. When they were swarmed. And then... well. Then I died.
[ Claws tearing at him, digging, pieces of himself ripping, tearing, breaking, sundering, cracking. There's nothing fast about a proper death via Croats. Nothing fast at all, and he's not human. He was conscious for most of it. ]
Woke up here, like this. Went outside. Met you, and... well, you were there for that. It's... been a day.
[ A long, long day. He'd earned his exit, bled for it. And now... well. ]
cw: mentions of death, gore
[ Cas looked - specifically for something to palm, no matter how poorly that would go. He doesn't... but it feels better looking through the supplies than at Dean.
Not leading a damn thing here? Well... ]
Same difference.
[ He likes that one, and how it folds in on itself. Likes it more than were the topic's headed. But what can he say... he might have been accused of many things and failures during their time at Champ Chitaqua, but he's always debriefed. ]
Well... let's see. You, uh. Sent us die, of course. So we did, to make sure you could take your shot. [ There's not resentment in his voice. Cas knows tactics, knows strategy... he gets it. He does. Cannon fodder has its place in a war. ] I, uhm. I killed Risa. And... Andy and Mark, I think. When they were swarmed. And then... well. Then I died.
[ Claws tearing at him, digging, pieces of himself ripping, tearing, breaking, sundering, cracking. There's nothing fast about a proper death via Croats. Nothing fast at all, and he's not human. He was conscious for most of it. ]
Woke up here, like this. Went outside. Met you, and... well, you were there for that. It's... been a day.
[ A long, long day. He'd earned his exit, bled for it. And now... well. ]