[ As Geralt pushes the fight farther away from her, Ciri finally has the opportunity to rally herself, removing the last of the restraints and shaking life back into her stiff limbs. Despite her pounding headache and the lingering ache, somehow she's starting to feel her strength returning; she uses it to clamber onto Roach, with Geralt's second sword safely in its sheath again. From her new vantage point, Ciri can just see the two men through the cloud of dust they've kicked up, moving inhumanly fast. She has no intention of getting closer, distracting Geralt further, becoming even more of a liability.
But neither can she find it in herself to turn and run. With her grip white-knuckled on the reins, she waits, and tries to make out what is happening. Others are on their way. She knows; she spoke with Jo, and though the conversation was hardly encouraging, Ciri is at least aware that it's likely Jo and anyone joining her are close behind Geralt.
As it turns out, they're very close indeed. And so is Castiel. One thing follows another before Ciri can quite catch up to what is going on. The flash of light nearly blinds her, the sharp scent of ozone in the air and a crackling of energy that makes the hairs on the backs of her arms stand on end, even at a distance. Eyes watering, she searches for Geralt as the brightness recedes, and finds the demon wearing Dean instead.
It's making a beeline for her, sidelined only briefly by Dean's towering brother, whose imposing physical form apparently doesn't mean a damn thing to a monster. Sam's flung aside as easily as if he weighed about as much as a kitten.
And Dean is once again, very quickly, becoming her problem. ]
You will not take me again. [ She snarls, under her breath, a promise to herself more than something meant for Dean.
Even on the horse, she knows it's unlikely she can outrun a monster with the speed she's seen. She doesn't even bother.
Ciri yanks Roach around, turning squarely to face Dean as he approaches. If she were alone, she might have chosen differently. But she is not alone; her allies merely need a few moments to catch up. All she has to do is give them an opening.
She isn't practiced doing this intentionally, but there's no time to overthink. With a sharp, deep breath, Ciri gathers up the feeling of the chaos inside her, and with it, the rage. Anger, betrayal, frustration and fear, all pulled into a vicious, single-minded focus on Dean.
And unleashed in an earsplitting, prolonged shriek that crashes into him like a pickaxe to the head. ]
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But neither can she find it in herself to turn and run. With her grip white-knuckled on the reins, she waits, and tries to make out what is happening. Others are on their way. She knows; she spoke with Jo, and though the conversation was hardly encouraging, Ciri is at least aware that it's likely Jo and anyone joining her are close behind Geralt.
As it turns out, they're very close indeed. And so is Castiel. One thing follows another before Ciri can quite catch up to what is going on. The flash of light nearly blinds her, the sharp scent of ozone in the air and a crackling of energy that makes the hairs on the backs of her arms stand on end, even at a distance. Eyes watering, she searches for Geralt as the brightness recedes, and finds the demon wearing Dean instead.
It's making a beeline for her, sidelined only briefly by Dean's towering brother, whose imposing physical form apparently doesn't mean a damn thing to a monster. Sam's flung aside as easily as if he weighed about as much as a kitten.
And Dean is once again, very quickly, becoming her problem. ]
You will not take me again. [ She snarls, under her breath, a promise to herself more than something meant for Dean.
Even on the horse, she knows it's unlikely she can outrun a monster with the speed she's seen. She doesn't even bother.
Ciri yanks Roach around, turning squarely to face Dean as he approaches. If she were alone, she might have chosen differently. But she is not alone; her allies merely need a few moments to catch up. All she has to do is give them an opening.
She isn't practiced doing this intentionally, but there's no time to overthink. With a sharp, deep breath, Ciri gathers up the feeling of the chaos inside her, and with it, the rage. Anger, betrayal, frustration and fear, all pulled into a vicious, single-minded focus on Dean.
And unleashed in an earsplitting, prolonged shriek that crashes into him like a pickaxe to the head. ]