[ the sight of the machete, gleaming sharp blade glinting in the lighting of the room, leaves dean tense with his eyes going between the angel's face and the weapon. once the creature is facing him again, dean's raising the gun, the usual steadiness lacking considerably. ]
You let the angel go and I'd be happy to.
[ not that he can shoot cas. even the thought itself makes him shudder, since he knows the gun he holds in his hands, trained through the year he's been here, could actually hurt him.
but he won't use it. if he doesn't have to. ]
You let him go and I won't blow your goddamn head off.
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You let the angel go and I'd be happy to.
[ not that he can shoot cas. even the thought itself makes him shudder, since he knows the gun he holds in his hands, trained through the year he's been here, could actually hurt him.
but he won't use it. if he doesn't have to. ]
You let him go and I won't blow your goddamn head off.