[ He finishes the thought to its logical conclusion with a wry smile that doesn't touch his eyes. ]
Yeah, uhm. Died and came here.
[ He shrugs. ]
Where Dean and I are from, there's, uhm... a virus. The Croatoan Virus. Infected and eradicated most of the population. The infected... Croats. They, uhm... turn into murderous rabid creatures with varying degrees of intelligence. Ranging from cruel and cunning to savage and mindless. Virus transmit through the blood. And no... I've heard the comparison. Not undead. The world's hit the end of times, though. What's left of the military bombs infected zones. Cities are uninhabitable.
[ There's a moment there as he describes it, almost like his demeanor sharpens - not against her, but it's like his focus improves, a mind tumbling along its own sharp edges settling on something concrete he can speak on with expertise.
He's a soldier, by nature more than profession. Has been for billions of years. Battle and tactics - this is where his mind turns into a weapon all on its own. ]
I went into a nest with a group of people, and we ended up overrun. I put bullets into the heads of those members of my team I could reach, so they'd die fast and not get shredded. Clip ran out. There wasn't time to change it and get a bullet for myself - or get the joint.
[ He frowns, then pulls himself back, folds the capable soldier back into the hippie drug addict like he'd never even been there. ]
So, uh. Yeah. Suppose I'm quite officially... dead.
[ He leaves out most of it - Dean's orders, the fact that both Dean and Cas knew the outcome of this before it happened, and Dean told him to go anyway, and Cas went anyway.
He doesn't think one shouldn't speak ill of the dead, exactly, but... well. Dean's not... gone, not for good, and something in his chest churns at the thought of putting that particular barbed wire out into the open for people to use who are not involved or affected. This is their mess. This is theirs, and sometimes Cas wonders if it's the only thing they have left between them.
cw: mentions of death and virus based post apocalypse
[ He finishes the thought to its logical conclusion with a wry smile that doesn't touch his eyes. ]
Yeah, uhm. Died and came here.
[ He shrugs. ]
Where Dean and I are from, there's, uhm... a virus. The Croatoan Virus. Infected and eradicated most of the population. The infected... Croats. They, uhm... turn into murderous rabid creatures with varying degrees of intelligence. Ranging from cruel and cunning to savage and mindless. Virus transmit through the blood. And no... I've heard the comparison. Not undead. The world's hit the end of times, though. What's left of the military bombs infected zones. Cities are uninhabitable.
[ There's a moment there as he describes it, almost like his demeanor sharpens - not against her, but it's like his focus improves, a mind tumbling along its own sharp edges settling on something concrete he can speak on with expertise.
He's a soldier, by nature more than profession. Has been for billions of years. Battle and tactics - this is where his mind turns into a weapon all on its own. ]
I went into a nest with a group of people, and we ended up overrun. I put bullets into the heads of those members of my team I could reach, so they'd die fast and not get shredded. Clip ran out. There wasn't time to change it and get a bullet for myself - or get the joint.
[ He frowns, then pulls himself back, folds the capable soldier back into the hippie drug addict like he'd never even been there. ]
So, uh. Yeah. Suppose I'm quite officially... dead.
[ He leaves out most of it - Dean's orders, the fact that both Dean and Cas knew the outcome of this before it happened, and Dean told him to go anyway, and Cas went anyway.
He doesn't think one shouldn't speak ill of the dead, exactly, but... well. Dean's not... gone, not for good, and something in his chest churns at the thought of putting that particular barbed wire out into the open for people to use who are not involved or affected. This is their mess. This is theirs, and sometimes Cas wonders if it's the only thing they have left between them.
Should have been him under that dog.
He'd take a thousand deaths to spare Dean one. ]