[ Dean was following along. Sort of. The words the Leviathan spoke were starting to become a cloud, a haze of sorts that clung around his head like some sort of viscous soup, almost making sense but not quite. There was just too many words and he'd been punched a few too many times and Dean had long stopped caring about whatever they chose to blather on about.
Which was why everything returned to bright, startling reality when he was stabbed through the shoulder, ripping a scrambling shout from his throat as he thunked to the floor, maneuvering along the length of the blade painfully. ]
Would you shut up already? You ever get tired of hearing yourself talk?
[ Gritting his teeth against it, Dean growled under his breath, slamming a hand up towards Cas' throat, underneath his chin. He couldn't reach far enough to do any real, substantial damage, but he wanted a half inch of space, of room provided, anything to give him a moment to breathe while the pain scorched a hole through him. ]
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Which was why everything returned to bright, startling reality when he was stabbed through the shoulder, ripping a scrambling shout from his throat as he thunked to the floor, maneuvering along the length of the blade painfully. ]
Would you shut up already? You ever get tired of hearing yourself talk?
[ Gritting his teeth against it, Dean growled under his breath, slamming a hand up towards Cas' throat, underneath his chin. He couldn't reach far enough to do any real, substantial damage, but he wanted a half inch of space, of room provided, anything to give him a moment to breathe while the pain scorched a hole through him. ]