(I failed to make this three sentences. I should probably edit it to three paragraphs.:)
They were arguing over who would be assigned to guard him. The tall young one was campaigning for the duty, fascination overwhelming caution, but the other two were shouting him down, the gruff hunter in the flannel and the boy's brother, the green-eyed one who'd found him in the field. He was the one who owned the car. Castiel did not like the car.
He wondered if he should tell them all the deliberation was unnecessary – he wouldn't be able to hurt them if he'd wanted to. Even the slightest movement sent jolts of pain spiraling down from his shredded wings, like screws were being slowly driven into each joint. If the Winchesters hadn't stumbled onto things when they did he suspected Lucifer would have ripped them out completely. Not that he expected the hunters to believe that. It figured that his infiltration would fool everyone except Lucifer.
Finally he couldn't take the bickering any more. "If you're concerned I'll attempt to escape," he said, and he didn't understand how simple talking could hurt so much, "don't be." They all turned to look at him, the green-eyed one – Dean, Castiel remembered, the young one had called him Dean – stepping in front of his brother, as if this was some angelic trap. Castiel tried to not take that personally. "At the moment I'm quite incapable of it."
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They were arguing over who would be assigned to guard him. The tall young one was campaigning for the duty, fascination overwhelming caution, but the other two were shouting him down, the gruff hunter in the flannel and the boy's brother, the green-eyed one who'd found him in the field. He was the one who owned the car. Castiel did not like the car.
He wondered if he should tell them all the deliberation was unnecessary – he wouldn't be able to hurt them if he'd wanted to. Even the slightest movement sent jolts of pain spiraling down from his shredded wings, like screws were being slowly driven into each joint. If the Winchesters hadn't stumbled onto things when they did he suspected Lucifer would have ripped them out completely. Not that he expected the hunters to believe that. It figured that his infiltration would fool everyone except Lucifer.
Finally he couldn't take the bickering any more. "If you're concerned I'll attempt to escape," he said, and he didn't understand how simple talking could hurt so much, "don't be." They all turned to look at him, the green-eyed one – Dean, Castiel remembered, the young one had called him Dean – stepping in front of his brother, as if this was some angelic trap. Castiel tried to not take that personally. "At the moment I'm quite incapable of it."