[ Look here, bucko. Its not like Dean has magic powers of direction, and certainly not when he isn't in the Impala. There's only so much he can do and he burnt enough of his brain power trying to woo Cas back into their tiny fray. Which makes him just that much more eager to get a move on.
Except for the heady growl behind him, the roaming of footsteps and the crunch of the forest floor. ]
Goddammit.
[ Dean doesn't altogether whirl but he moves enough to aim a blow back with his elbow. It's only good enough to make the creature stumble back a few paces, letting out an almighty, and albeit annoying, groan. All Dean can do is grumble himself, turning to rip through the thing's neck with Cas' blade. It's not so much that he has to kill one of these things, but it just means more are likely on the way and Dean, as much as he likes this, just isn't in the mood. ]
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Except for the heady growl behind him, the roaming of footsteps and the crunch of the forest floor. ]
Goddammit.
[ Dean doesn't altogether whirl but he moves enough to aim a blow back with his elbow. It's only good enough to make the creature stumble back a few paces, letting out an almighty, and albeit annoying, groan. All Dean can do is grumble himself, turning to rip through the thing's neck with Cas' blade. It's not so much that he has to kill one of these things, but it just means more are likely on the way and Dean, as much as he likes this, just isn't in the mood. ]