Dean (saltandburn) wrote in onewaythreads, @ 2017-09-27 00:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | castiel, dean winchester |
Who: Dean Winchester and Castiel
What: Calling on an angel about a mind whammy.
When: After this.
Where: Winchester house
Rating/Warning: tbd, probably low but Dean has a mouth on him and a lot of issues
Status: Ongoing/closed
Nothing about this felt right, and while Dean felt like he was fluctuating between being okay and dying from feeling so hot he might spontaneously combust, reading over the conversation again, he had said it. This was going to make Dean second guess talking to strangers all over again. He couldn't help but imagine a hundred or so downright awkward situations that he didn't know how to get himself out of.
Thus, in a moment of frantic and frustrated 'it so is and it's your fault' Dean rubbed his hands over his face and rushed into the kitchen, running the cool water and splashing his face with it. Not helping, and possibly making everything feel worse. "Cas!" He really didn't need to yell, the angel had said something about prayer not being something. He couldn't even remember. It didn't feel all that important, what was important was that he couldn't actually remember the last time he literally prayed with the intent of drawing down an angel. A few years. Probably not since that dick took his brother for a ride.
"Uh. Oh, angel of the lord...can you get your ass here I need some help." He closed his eyes for just long enough to get the words out before opening his eyes and looking around the kitchen, or rather at the cabinets and counter before taking a breath and turning around.