[ under exam, cas breathes in deep, straightens his spine, tilts his chin up and does his best to look better than 10 pounds of shit in a 5 pound bag beaten with a crowbar and run over by a semi. it doesn't change much, but he's upright and holding most of his blood on the inside of his meat suit, so all things considered, it could be worse. For all that, he's still beaming at dean, lit up from the inside and secure in the ease of finding the other in their eyes.
Sam drags Jo and the rest of them into a hug and Cas swallows thickly around the emotion welling up in his throat. he reaches out to grip Sam's arm and curve over Jo's shoulder, reassuring the solidity of them. he could get lost there, succumb to a new dream of home and hearth.
cas barely jerks when the stalactite falls. after the human-vine flesh meld, shrine monster rampage, the gooey spore bloom explosion and the last 24-72 hours straight of rocks fall everyone dies - this might as well happen.
right, yeah, surroundings caving in, severe flooding. he blinks slowly through the hazy, ascension delirium and sighs, like he's only spent too long in wal-mart with screaming children and grandmas counting out pennies at the register. ]
Yes. I'd like to go home now.
[ cas grips to the back of Dean's coat like a child instructed to stay close and not get lost in Disney World, because that's essentially what he boils down to after a month of being wrecked body, mind and soul. he's fever drunk and dizzy and limping, and the best way to keep up with hunters on the move is just hold on. at least dean's likely to notice when he stumbles over a rock or vine or stray decomposing torso.
at this point, cas is out to lunch, cas is a leaf on the wind, cas will dive into any suspicious sea water pool or scale any mutant kaiju turtle you want him to. his work is officially fucking done here, the rest is on y'all. ]
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Sam drags Jo and the rest of them into a hug and Cas swallows thickly around the emotion welling up in his throat. he reaches out to grip Sam's arm and curve over Jo's shoulder, reassuring the solidity of them. he could get lost there, succumb to a new dream of home and hearth.
cas barely jerks when the stalactite falls. after the human-vine flesh meld, shrine monster rampage, the gooey spore bloom explosion and the last 24-72 hours straight of rocks fall everyone dies - this might as well happen.
right, yeah, surroundings caving in, severe flooding. he blinks slowly through the hazy, ascension delirium and sighs, like he's only spent too long in wal-mart with screaming children and grandmas counting out pennies at the register. ]
Yes. I'd like to go home now.
[ cas grips to the back of Dean's coat like a child instructed to stay close and not get lost in Disney World, because that's essentially what he boils down to after a month of being wrecked body, mind and soul. he's fever drunk and dizzy and limping, and the best way to keep up with hunters on the move is just hold on. at least dean's likely to notice when he stumbles over a rock or vine or stray decomposing torso.
at this point, cas is out to lunch, cas is a leaf on the wind, cas will dive into any suspicious sea water pool or scale any mutant kaiju turtle you want him to. his work is officially fucking done here, the rest is on y'all. ]