[ castiel hears the crunch of gravel that alerts him to the fact he's being followed. it's annoying, to have to pay attention to these base, physical things instead of relying on his higher senses— once he would have simply known the other man was there. but, this is just the way it is now. there's nothing that can be done about it. if anything, he should be thankful he still has his hearing.
he catches sight of his gesturing. even in the dark, he can see clearly. but despite that, he doesn't entirely seem to understand what he's getting at. squinting, he looks down at himself. the knife is still there, yes, but there's no wet glint in the light, no darkening patch staining his coat, though unfortunately it's still been torn by the blade. he continues to drag the unconscious man to somewhere a little safer.
once he's outside the bounds of the parking lot, he straightens up and tightens a fist around the hilt, jerking the blade free. seems to think of letting it fall on the ground before gripping the bloodied blade with his other hand and snapping it in half like a twig. he lets it fall next to the man, then pats himself down, erasing all evidence of the assault.
no subject
he catches sight of his gesturing. even in the dark, he can see clearly. but despite that, he doesn't entirely seem to understand what he's getting at. squinting, he looks down at himself. the knife is still there, yes, but there's no wet glint in the light, no darkening patch staining his coat, though unfortunately it's still been torn by the blade. he continues to drag the unconscious man to somewhere a little safer.
once he's outside the bounds of the parking lot, he straightens up and tightens a fist around the hilt, jerking the blade free. seems to think of letting it fall on the ground before gripping the bloodied blade with his other hand and snapping it in half like a twig. he lets it fall next to the man, then pats himself down, erasing all evidence of the assault.
finally— ]
What?