a million miles from home i'm walking ahead

wingedxwarrior:

     blue hues will dart toward the door, listening
     to their furious attackers pound on its
     weakening frame. his fingers curl tighter
     around his blade, jaw set as he turns
     to his brother with a look of defiance. 

                   ” gabriel, i’m not leaving you.
                          so stop arguing and
                          prepare yourself to fight. “ 

               a muttered curse in an unrecognizable
               language  ( though  he  has  no  doubt
               that  castiel  understands  it  )   as  the
               archangel whirls  on his  heel,  fingers
               drumming  a   tense  staccato  against
               the   hilt   of  his   blade   that   falls  in
               with the  unrelenting hail  of  blows  &
               fills in  the gaps  between  each  strike.

                           " stubborn jackass.
                                  fine. when they come in, swing
                                  out to the left & see if you can
                                  flank them. i’ll play distraction. “