[ The puzzled expression evaporates quickly, not Castiel or Dean's chief concern, because more shouting comes, now with words. They hurry towards the sound, just in time for sand-turtle-spikeadillo to spot them and alter course.
'Run' isn't a notion they're well acquainted with, but given Dean's aforementioned lack of armor, Cas feels it should at least apply to him in this situation. A hand slapping on his shoulder, Dean gets a hard shove to the right, tossing him out of the spikeadillo's trajectory, with Cas content where he is.
Once in range, the angel takes a slight step off to the side and hooks hands underneath the shell next to the creature's head. It drags him a few feet, until he digs his heels in and yanks upwards hard, letting sand-turtle's momentum give it some air, before slamming it down on its back. Another catlike shriek sounds, and its over-sized critter legs flail towards the sky, Cas on his knees as he tries to keep it from flipping over. ]
Kill it. [ Cas requests firmly, through gritted teeth as he wrestles, a tail coming around to smack hard against his back, winding him and causing a wheeze. ] Please.
[ one of you assholes with a sword incapable of remembering the term 'chaigon'. whichever of you isn't occupied with the other spikeadillo, get over here and do your hunter thing. ]
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[ The puzzled expression evaporates quickly, not Castiel or Dean's chief concern, because more shouting comes, now with words. They hurry towards the sound, just in time for sand-turtle-spikeadillo to spot them and alter course.
'Run' isn't a notion they're well acquainted with, but given Dean's aforementioned lack of armor, Cas feels it should at least apply to him in this situation. A hand slapping on his shoulder, Dean gets a hard shove to the right, tossing him out of the spikeadillo's trajectory, with Cas content where he is.
Once in range, the angel takes a slight step off to the side and hooks hands underneath the shell next to the creature's head. It drags him a few feet, until he digs his heels in and yanks upwards hard, letting sand-turtle's momentum give it some air, before slamming it down on its back. Another catlike shriek sounds, and its over-sized critter legs flail towards the sky, Cas on his knees as he tries to keep it from flipping over. ]
Kill it. [ Cas requests firmly, through gritted teeth as he wrestles, a tail coming around to smack hard against his back, winding him and causing a wheeze. ] Please.
[ one of you assholes with a sword incapable of remembering the term 'chaigon'. whichever of you isn't occupied with the other spikeadillo, get over here and do your hunter thing. ]