You don't know shit.

[Daryl curled his lip, tried to make himself look bigger than he felt. But he stepped back when Castiel got closer to him. As far as he could before that wall blocked his means of escape.

He'd made a challenge he didn't think could be answered and it had been. Castiel had recognized it for what it was and had chosen a point of contention Daryl hadn't expected or even entertained as a possibility.

He didn't like feeling the way he did. Vulnerable. Weak. On uneven footing. And there wasn't much he could do about it. Short of maybe punching the guy. Which wouldn't solve anything or make him feel better, either. Something he knew from experience. There were definitely situations where punching the lights out of someone helped. But this wasn't one of them.]

Shut up and finish your stupid rain catcher. You're wasting time.

[Daryl pushed off the wall and skirted it's edge, keeping as much space as he could between himself and Castiel before he slipped out to walk the perimeter. This time from the other side.]

Yell when you're done, asshole.