[ it's common practice for Dean and Cas to stick close together in brawls like this, easy to jump to the others' aid if it's needed - if it's possible, even if that may not always be the case. it's out of the corner of his eye that he notices Dean intersecting Stephen's path, while mid-fight with another faction's warrior, and cas nearly takes an ax to the face for that alarming distraction.
the cloak on Dr. Strange's shoulders is near identical to what flared out as he'd floated down the stairs in his domain, and he recalls their discussion on the Mystic Arts and the Sorcerer Supreme. Dean doesn't know what he's up against, and it sets off alarms in Cas's head.
So, Stephen's Thornean. A part of him deflates, dismayed at the knowledge the perhaps-friend he'd made sits across hostile enemy lines, and he's loathe to enter conflict with him. but... it's Dean. when it comes to protecting Dean Winchester, not a single being on earth, heaven, or hell is enough to convince Cas to stand down. thankfully, he doesn't have to. his own battle demands most of Castiel's attention, but watching from the corner of his eye, it appears the two take more to a fervent dialogue than active combat. by the time punches are thrown, Cas is too involved with his own task at hand, only able to hope it doesn't escalate out of Dean's ability to defend.
the end result is surprising, to say the least, and baffling when not so much as a spark comes from Stephen. if his powers were hindered, putting himself into a battle like this would've been suicidally foolish, so why else would he forego his abilities? the moment Cas is free from his own altercation, and Dean's run off with Stephen's casket in hand, he ignores the ongoing battle to pace to the sorcerer's side. ]
Thank you, Dr. Strange. [ his gratitude rings with a soft sincerity, and Cas offers a hand to support the doctor getting to his feet. ] That looked unpleasant for you. Allow me.
[ if there's no protest, Cas lifts two fingers to tap against Stephen's forehead. A warm, golden glow shines through the scrapes and bruising, and Stephen should feel a pleasant tingling as the swelling and pain rapidly fades, any sign of injury disappearing from him in seconds. ]
My friend, he's very capable, but your Mystic Arts would've been beyond him.
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the cloak on Dr. Strange's shoulders is near identical to what flared out as he'd floated down the stairs in his domain, and he recalls their discussion on the Mystic Arts and the Sorcerer Supreme. Dean doesn't know what he's up against, and it sets off alarms in Cas's head.
So, Stephen's Thornean. A part of him deflates, dismayed at the knowledge the perhaps-friend he'd made sits across hostile enemy lines, and he's loathe to enter conflict with him. but... it's Dean. when it comes to protecting Dean Winchester, not a single being on earth, heaven, or hell is enough to convince Cas to stand down. thankfully, he doesn't have to. his own battle demands most of Castiel's attention, but watching from the corner of his eye, it appears the two take more to a fervent dialogue than active combat. by the time punches are thrown, Cas is too involved with his own task at hand, only able to hope it doesn't escalate out of Dean's ability to defend.
the end result is surprising, to say the least, and baffling when not so much as a spark comes from Stephen. if his powers were hindered, putting himself into a battle like this would've been suicidally foolish, so why else would he forego his abilities? the moment Cas is free from his own altercation, and Dean's run off with Stephen's casket in hand, he ignores the ongoing battle to pace to the sorcerer's side. ]
Thank you, Dr. Strange. [ his gratitude rings with a soft sincerity, and Cas offers a hand to support the doctor getting to his feet. ] That looked unpleasant for you. Allow me.
[ if there's no protest, Cas lifts two fingers to tap against Stephen's forehead. A warm, golden glow shines through the scrapes and bruising, and Stephen should feel a pleasant tingling as the swelling and pain rapidly fades, any sign of injury disappearing from him in seconds. ]
My friend, he's very capable, but your Mystic Arts would've been beyond him.