[ thanks to his proximity to yurtle the spikadillo turtle's face, cas wins a gross splash of blood and saliva across the front of his tunic as well. unpleasant, but he's had worse.

doesn't change the look shot at dean, flat-eyed with a strong vibe of was doing that right there directly in my face absolutely necessary, but it actually pretty much was this time, so he's letting it go with only mild bitchface.

once the departed mutant-critter goes limp, cas releases it, flopping back against the ground with a hand to his side where the tail had been thwacking at him. maybe yurtle was just a particularly strong monster, but prodding at his side, cas's usually very durable bones are feeling a little flimsy right now. huh. too much going on at the moment to worry about it, and his focus goes to the woman whose fight they just interrupted.

though she seems to be handling it plenty well on her own, truth be told. it's likely they were more a complication than aid for this encounter. hopefully she's not too upset, once she's done stabbing the other monstrosity. ]

It appears we've found the local hunting force.

[ cas winces as he pushes to stand, one hand gripping his side with the other rubbing a sleeve over his face to scrape away spikeadillo residue. Watching Ciri darts around the remaining sand turtle with lethal grace, Cas is awed, not sure if he should try to help or if he'd just be in the way. she's clearly experienced with this line of work, and they ought to consider themselves lucky she was already here before the two of them came on these creatures alone. ]

She's handled that better than your guns could have, Dean. Perhaps swordsmanship lessons are in order.