The electrical system in the barn doesn't take well to the presence of an angel, and sparks shower down as Castiel walks inside.
It does nothing to slow his stride. Nor does the mosaic of talismans, sigils, and devil's traps on the walls and floor. His eyes flit to either side for a moment, appreciating the work that has gone into it. But only momentarily.
Castiel's main focus is on the man standing in the center of it all.
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Dean shuts that thought off, keeping himself busy by twirling a knife in one hand.
It's better than pacing. Better pretty much because it keeps Bobby from giving him too much of a stinkeye, but still. Dean'll take it.
He'll also take skipping the heart attack he almost gets from the sudden -- and pretty goddamn loud -- clattering of the roof shingles.
The fact that the lights pretty much start exploding after that doesn't do him any favors, either.
"Yeah, that definitely ain't just the wind."
Now if he could just fucking see whatever's coming through the door --
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It does nothing to slow his stride. Nor does the mosaic of talismans, sigils, and devil's traps on the walls and floor. His eyes flit to either side for a moment, appreciating the work that has gone into it. But only momentarily.
Castiel's main focus is on the man standing in the center of it all.
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Well, his torso.
The fact that one shot doesn't seem to be doing it for him makes Dean's stomach sink like a stone.
At least he's got the knife to fall back on.
He's very good with knives.
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If Dean does remember Castiel, from Hell or from Milliways, it does not seem to be with anything that resembles fondness.
Castiel wonders a bit if his work has yet to be cut out for him.
There is another man there. Another hunter.
Castiel ignores him. Just as he ignores the knife in Dean's hand.
Neither is relevant at this time. He is here for one specific purpose.
And that purpose is currently glaring at him with what looks like a considerable amount of hostility.
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