The second it looks like Jayce is clear, Dean's moving out after. Rather, he's moving out deliberately behind Jo, who he immediately crowds as the roof begins to collapse. He's there towering over her a good head taller (and practically twice as wide at the shoulders), a firm guiding hand at the small of her back urging her on, his physicality engineered to try and keep the falling carpentry from cracking her skull open — which is all well and good, but apparently it ain't quite enough for his subconscious.
As soon as the debris starts dropping in his peripheral vision, the wings come out mindlessly and on instinct. A mass of white feathers arches up high over her head like a god damn fluffy umbrella, shielding them both as they haul two metric tons of ass straight out the door.
Once they're clear, those wings fold into his back again and disappear as though they never were. Dean hardly even registers it, barely realizes he did it — he's too preoccupied with catching his breath and whirling around to watch from a safe fifteen paces away as the structure fully collapses in a near-deafening cacophany of dust.
After a heavy pause, he mutters under his breath, "Sure hope they didn't have a cat."
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The second it looks like Jayce is clear, Dean's moving out after. Rather, he's moving out deliberately behind Jo, who he immediately crowds as the roof begins to collapse. He's there towering over her a good head taller (and practically twice as wide at the shoulders), a firm guiding hand at the small of her back urging her on, his physicality engineered to try and keep the falling carpentry from cracking her skull open — which is all well and good, but apparently it ain't quite enough for his subconscious.
As soon as the debris starts dropping in his peripheral vision, the wings come out mindlessly and on instinct. A mass of white feathers arches up high over her head like a god damn fluffy umbrella, shielding them both as they haul two metric tons of ass straight out the door.
Once they're clear, those wings fold into his back again and disappear as though they never were. Dean hardly even registers it, barely realizes he did it — he's too preoccupied with catching his breath and whirling around to watch from a safe fifteen paces away as the structure fully collapses in a near-deafening cacophany of dust.
After a heavy pause, he mutters under his breath, "Sure hope they didn't have a cat."
If they did... adios, Mr. Whiskers.