"tell us about yourself"
"….Yeah. Yeah, I fucking am."
He’d hesitated for longer than he should have. The words dancing on the tip of his tongue, not wanting what would probably be the start of yet another argument. They had been at each other’s for a few days now. Always happened when that day approached.
"I’m not gonna stand here and watch you gleefully kill yourself for him again. So I’ll say it again, come with me or I’ll fucking make you.”
He could feel the blood pooling around himself. Feel it cooling on the cracked surface of the road. Crimson crawling into every crevice and mapping out his demise on the highway.
Of course when the end came, he’d be with Crowley. Not just any Demon, of course not. He had to be with the King. Seemed like there was always someone in control of something big whenever he bit the dust.
"S’ok… Don’t even hurt anymore."
It was several minutes before the refugee emerged, whistling a chord of Johnny Get Your Gun as he worked halfheartedly at doing up the buttons of his shirt. With slightly greater finesse he removed a cigarette from the newest pack to cycle through his pockets, tasting the first inhale like candy and expelling the smoke from his lips in a soft, easy laugh.
"—Christ, Winchester. The hell happened in your world to make you so squeamish?”
Dean looked a little sheepish when Cas finally emerged. He was sat on the porch, legs straight out in front of him and upper body lounging back. Night was creeping up on them and you could actually see a few stars.
"Hey, just cause I don’t wanna see your scrawny ass bopping up and down doesn’t make me squeamish.”
"Tell me when I have blatantly lied to you Dean."
"Oh no, I’m not gonna play this game with you, cause you’ll just twist it. But, Demon? King of Hell? kinda comes with the job description, don’t it?"
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knightinshiningimpala asked you:
“Look at me. Just look at me and stay awake. Can you do that?”
He’d heard the gunshot. It’d been faint against the backdrop of noise within the peeling sanitarium walls, but that one shot, that one chance— it was all that fucking mattered. It would have been nice to think the others had died in peace, knowing they’d done a damn good job to make it to this point at all, but the fate the decoy party had faced was about as far from peaceful as sunshine stands from the bottom of the ocean.
And just like that, it was over.
He’d been too goddamn tired to react to the sound of rushing footfalls as they approached him, but that voice, that voice— with just a word blue eyes worked open, shallow breath entering lungs that a moment ago had been set to draw their last.
"…’ere.. you.. ‘re here— It work.. ed? It f’cking… we won?”
Dean cradled the other man to his chest and mentally kicked himself. He should have known that this would happen. That Cas would think that… Never mind. The main thing was getting him out of here. And if he had to lie then…
"Yeah, Cas… We did it. We won, buddy…At least i think we did. Either way, we gotta get you out of here. I’m gonna lift you, ok? It’s gonna hurt like hell, but I need to get you some place safe. So… You just keep on talking to me, ok? It’s going to be alright, Cas. Everything’s gonna be alright."
It was far from alright… Nothing was ok. And somehow, Dean was going to have to try and muddle through this pretending it was. Carefully he moved his arms around the fallen angel and gently lifted him.
"It’s gonna be ok…"
"One of these day’s you’re gonna tell me the truth. And I won’t believe a damn word you say."
"I’ve never lied to you Dean."
"Now that’s a lie right there…"