( Dean's suddenly wishing he hadn't wasted rule 3 on an impossible ask when clearly he should have saved it for don't teleport without a heads up. He starts, jerking near-comically an inch or two in the opposite direction. )
Je-
( -sus Christ gets cut off before he can finish even the first word, clamped down along with the closing of his eyes and the setting of his back teeth.
Regressed as he is into his own brain to chill his ass out, enough external stimuli is blocked out that he can feel the sudden flair the proximity brings to his arm. He opens his eyes slowly, brow furrowing, attention directed downward as he slowly peels his sleeve up and away. The handprint shaped brand there looks inflamed, and he could swear it might almost be glowing.
He peels his eyes away from it again and turns them toward Castiel, a split mix between curious and accusatory. )
Why is this thing itching like a poison ivy shower whenever you start invading my personal bubble?
no subject
Je-
( -sus Christ gets cut off before he can finish even the first word, clamped down along with the closing of his eyes and the setting of his back teeth.
Regressed as he is into his own brain to chill his ass out, enough external stimuli is blocked out that he can feel the sudden flair the proximity brings to his arm. He opens his eyes slowly, brow furrowing, attention directed downward as he slowly peels his sleeve up and away. The handprint shaped brand there looks inflamed, and he could swear it might almost be glowing.
He peels his eyes away from it again and turns them toward Castiel, a split mix between curious and accusatory. )
Why is this thing itching like a poison ivy shower whenever you start invading my personal bubble?