[ Dean looks like he might make like a rabbit and run for the hills, being as squeezed by Sam as he is, the discomfort clear on his face as he's finally released from it. The relief is palpable, and he folds his arms over his chest to prevent it from happening again without explicit permission.
It's not Sam's fault, or Castiel's, but Dean is pretty tense and on a hair trigger. ]
Nothing. It's like what Castiel said. [ He gestures at Cas, and the fact he keeps referring to Cas as Castiel should be an indicator that no one stuttered. ] It's a big blank up here. I don't know how else to explain it. I woke up on a park bench in town, no idea who I was or where I was.
[ Really, he's lucky he's not babbling in a hospital somewhere, yammering on about Darkness and God's sister. ]
And now I'm here, because he [ again, he gestures to the angel, ] was the only one who seemed to know who the hell I was.
[ It seems impossible, improbable - but it's true, and he's standing right here. Not a demon, a shifter, nothing like that. Just...a blank, clean slate. ]
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It's not Sam's fault, or Castiel's, but Dean is pretty tense and on a hair trigger. ]
Nothing. It's like what Castiel said. [ He gestures at Cas, and the fact he keeps referring to Cas as Castiel should be an indicator that no one stuttered. ] It's a big blank up here. I don't know how else to explain it. I woke up on a park bench in town, no idea who I was or where I was.
[ Really, he's lucky he's not babbling in a hospital somewhere, yammering on about Darkness and God's sister. ]
And now I'm here, because he [ again, he gestures to the angel, ] was the only one who seemed to know who the hell I was.
[ It seems impossible, improbable - but it's true, and he's standing right here. Not a demon, a shifter, nothing like that. Just...a blank, clean slate. ]
Sorry.