[ As much as Dean didn't want to be left by himself to deal with this - somehow preferred the act of fighting with someone at his back - he didn't want Cas tangled up in something he couldn't stand. And Dean? Dean found this whole thing disturbing as much as he found it pure in nature. Fighting to survive, fighting on instinct, fighting just because he could was more of a part of him than he knew how to acknowledge. Because while he was fully aware that he felt that way, he couldn't express it in anything other than the actions that poured to freedom, struggling their way to the surface with every undead he took down.
Dean about growled when Cas didn't make a break for it, but he couldn't be bothered for long, instead focusing his attention on another that crept out from the bushes, gnashing teeth. He swung a fist, ducking out of the way and slamming the undead up against a tree, away from its prying hands.
All he could manage to do was shoot a look towards Cas, carefully taking in his actions and trying to refrain from shouting again to get the hell out of here. ]
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Dean about growled when Cas didn't make a break for it, but he couldn't be bothered for long, instead focusing his attention on another that crept out from the bushes, gnashing teeth. He swung a fist, ducking out of the way and slamming the undead up against a tree, away from its prying hands.
All he could manage to do was shoot a look towards Cas, carefully taking in his actions and trying to refrain from shouting again to get the hell out of here. ]