The waitress giggles, and it's a disgustingly childish sound. "But I'm touching him right n-"
The sentence remains unfinished as a glass jar of clear liquid flies across the room and smashes against the back of her head. She starts in surprise, pushing Dean away and whirling around when suddenly, her hair and scalp begin to hiss and spit and slough off of her skull.
She screams, kicking Castiel in her desperate effort to scramble away, clawing at her head and coming away with clumps of black-bloody hair and tissue and bone, oozing and sputtering.
Cas curls up in on himself reflexively before straightening out with a jerk; his body can't seem to find a movement that doesn't hurt and it leaves him still and white, hyperventilating on the tile as he tries not to take deep breaths, alternating between watching the waitress sizzle and nearly passing out.
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The sentence remains unfinished as a glass jar of clear liquid flies across the room and smashes against the back of her head. She starts in surprise, pushing Dean away and whirling around when suddenly, her hair and scalp begin to hiss and spit and slough off of her skull.
She screams, kicking Castiel in her desperate effort to scramble away, clawing at her head and coming away with clumps of black-bloody hair and tissue and bone, oozing and sputtering.
Cas curls up in on himself reflexively before straightening out with a jerk; his body can't seem to find a movement that doesn't hurt and it leaves him still and white, hyperventilating on the tile as he tries not to take deep breaths, alternating between watching the waitress sizzle and nearly passing out.