from “you should show me some respect, i dragged you out of hell; i can throw you back in.” to screaming dean’s name, broken and clawing at the ground.
I’M SO FUCKING DONE.
who gave you the right to make that comparison in my vicinity
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It wasn’t the last thing Castiel expected to see in Purgatory, but it was certainly shocking enough to prompt an arm thrown out, a full stop, a backwards step.
“What the… How’d a horse get here?” Dean’s voice, normally hushed in deference to hiding, to maintaining their low-key presence - as much as was possible here - was raised, the shock rendering him inelegant and loud. It was the closest to normal he’d been in almost a year.
“It isn’t a horse. It’s the Mari Lwyd and we need to go, Dean.” It might not kill them; but then again, it might. Castiel could see it changing, shifting before his eyes; prominent bleached skull and bloody ribbons of flesh between flattened teeth bespoke the symbolism of it’s nature.
They fled, slowly and carefully, without a backwards glance.
“The Mari Lwyd is a symbol of endings,” he says, later, to the empty field where Dean has disappeared.
Dean has abandonment issues and believes that Cas has left him alone in Purgatory