[ Cas grits his teeth through the pain, the sting, and for a moment there is a righteous fury in those blue eyes, because he died, less than an hour ago it feels like, and here is Dean acting like there is a shit to be given about whether or not Cas blows his brains away a little further.
Like.
It.
Matters.
Does Castiel know this is a dangerous combination? Sure. Does he have anything else at hand to go numb? Nope. Does he care? Probably not, he's not sure what his feelings on the matter are.
He twists his wrist, trying to pull free, nostrils flaring when he finds Dean's grip firm, stark reminder that he's weaker than Dean in every sense, and has been for years now.
And then his lips curl, and the tension in him... goes out. He slouches a little, cants his hips a touch, and looks at Dean. ]
What... would you like it to be?
[ And there is still a bit of an edge there, under the innocent question, because Cas can smell where this conversation is gonna go, and he's not in the mood to talk about the reckless abandon with which he hurls himself along the steady decay of all things mortal. ]
cw: suicidal ideation
Like.
It.
Matters.
Does Castiel know this is a dangerous combination? Sure. Does he have anything else at hand to go numb? Nope. Does he care? Probably not, he's not sure what his feelings on the matter are.
He twists his wrist, trying to pull free, nostrils flaring when he finds Dean's grip firm, stark reminder that he's weaker than Dean in every sense, and has been for years now.
And then his lips curl, and the tension in him... goes out. He slouches a little, cants his hips a touch, and looks at Dean. ]
What... would you like it to be?
[ And there is still a bit of an edge there, under the innocent question, because Cas can smell where this conversation is gonna go, and he's not in the mood to talk about the reckless abandon with which he hurls himself along the steady decay of all things mortal. ]