[Castiel snarls, wrenches the knife from Dean's chest and storms a few feet away. He leans over the table of instruments, knuckles against the surface.]
...why don't any of you understand?
[He stands still for an uncomfortable amount of time.
In a sudden burst of rage he sweeps the tools to the ground, sending them clattering before turning and storming over to Dean, pointing the knife toward his face.]
No. Raphael's plans to open the Cage will not come to pass. I will die before I let that happen.
[Castiel's angelic sword drops out of his other sleeve and he hefts it, turns the hilt in his hand and buries it up to the hilt into Dean's chest.]
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...why don't any of you understand?
[He stands still for an uncomfortable amount of time.
In a sudden burst of rage he sweeps the tools to the ground, sending them clattering before turning and storming over to Dean, pointing the knife toward his face.]
No. Raphael's plans to open the Cage will not come to pass. I will die before I let that happen.
[Castiel's angelic sword drops out of his other sleeve and he hefts it, turns the hilt in his hand and buries it up to the hilt into Dean's chest.]