[ Shifting his gaze to Cas from the corners of his eye, he frowns and licks his lips again. This is so hard; harder than he thought it would be even with somebody he's learned to trust in the time he's been here. Leaning forward he picks up a twig from the ground and fiddles with it, presses the end of it into the pad of his thumb like he needs to force himself to continue with something sharp. ]
About the dog that killed me. About hellhounds. Every time I close my eyes...
[ There's no sense of relief once it's out, just the mounting sensation that he's asking too much. That he should be able to take care of this himself. What he wants is for Cas to knock him out so deeply that he won't have those dreams. Just for one night. Just so he can get his freaking breath back. ]
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About the dog that killed me. About hellhounds. Every time I close my eyes...
[ There's no sense of relief once it's out, just the mounting sensation that he's asking too much. That he should be able to take care of this himself. What he wants is for Cas to knock him out so deeply that he won't have those dreams. Just for one night. Just so he can get his freaking breath back. ]