[ Needless to say, this isn't quite going as planned. Particularly the part when he finds particularly intense pain shooting up from the black mess of his knee -- and it's not healing.
Leviathan staggers, realization dawning on his face in the form of a deepening frown mingled with surprise and no small amount of outrage. ]
What is that? [ He asks, his tone accusing just as much as the point he directs at it with the machete. ] That is not supposed to -- is that your weapon?
[ Of course it is. Why else would it hurt more than a Leviathan has ever felt in ages? Besides, outside of Sam, this angel knows Dean better than anyone. ]
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Leviathan staggers, realization dawning on his face in the form of a deepening frown mingled with surprise and no small amount of outrage. ]
What is that? [ He asks, his tone accusing just as much as the point he directs at it with the machete. ] That is not supposed to -- is that your weapon?
[ Of course it is. Why else would it hurt more than a Leviathan has ever felt in ages? Besides, outside of Sam, this angel knows Dean better than anyone. ]