( Quite abruptly, absolute Hell breaks loose — no pun intended. Or, maybe Heaven breaks loose. A little bit of both? Dean definitely breaks loose, freed by the holy light of the dumb gay baby angel tackling his inevitable end off of him.
Gotta say, not exactly how he figured this was gonna go down. Not that he's really complaining, considering the pair of them seem too distracted with each other to do jack squattery about him.
Jo is ignored. Sam is ignored — at first, at least.
His boots scrape until they find purchase in the dirt, and he bolts in Ciri's direction, fully intending to grab her and shoulder her like a fireman just to book it full tilt away from the scene of the chaos.
Except one refrigerator-sized hunk of squandered dreams and dead girlfriends shoulder-checks him. The two of them go tumbling over one another with the momentum of it, and anger floods him. He finds his feet before Sam. Latches one single hand around Sam's beefy throat, and raises him entirely up off of his feet.
Black eyes stare into Sam's face, and not a hint of that brotherly love exists in the demon. It is nowhere to be found in his expression. No mercy, no hesitation. )
Touch me again and I'll snap your neck.
( At that, he slings Sam backward toward the two battling non-human beefcakes several yards behind him.
And turns his sights back on Ciri, his desperate ticket out of here. )
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Gotta say, not exactly how he figured this was gonna go down. Not that he's really complaining, considering the pair of them seem too distracted with each other to do jack squattery about him.
Jo is ignored.
Sam is ignored — at first, at least.
His boots scrape until they find purchase in the dirt, and he bolts in Ciri's direction, fully intending to grab her and shoulder her like a fireman just to book it full tilt away from the scene of the chaos.
Except one refrigerator-sized hunk of squandered dreams and dead girlfriends shoulder-checks him. The two of them go tumbling over one another with the momentum of it, and anger floods him. He finds his feet before Sam. Latches one single hand around Sam's beefy throat, and raises him entirely up off of his feet.
Black eyes stare into Sam's face, and not a hint of that brotherly love exists in the demon. It is nowhere to be found in his expression. No mercy, no hesitation. )
Touch me again and I'll snap your neck.
( At that, he slings Sam backward toward the two battling non-human beefcakes several yards behind him.
And turns his sights back on Ciri, his desperate ticket out of here. )