a million miles from home i'm walking ahead

bloodysalad:

           ’ cut the CRAP ,gabriel ! ‘

a    pause as his   jaw snaps shut      once more,
his own   biting words   coming   back      to slap
across his face, leaving him RAW. s t i n g i n g .
the   knobs & gears turn within the bowels of his
mind,     twisting & creaking as they try to make
sense of the situation, even as his heart knocks
wildly against his rib cage.             a loaded sigh —-
hand rising to s l i d e against the tanned skin of
a tender neck, rubbing it     until the spot  turns a
dusty shade of pink. he should ask.
                                              —— shouldn’t he ?

              ’ you —- are you … o k a y ? ’
                                          what happened to you. 

        chin tilts up, eyebrow rising  towards hairline  in something
        vaguely more  MOCKING  in tone  than simple  amusement.
        his  gaze doesn’t  waver,  fixed  on the  caesious pools  that
        flicker & fluctuate & betray the wheels turning behind them,
        & he waits in silence as the winchester flounders ; gaze a bit
        too innocuous, foot beating a slow, deliberate rhythm against
        the ground as if to counter the hunter’s racing pulse with his
        own steady one  ( though in truth whatever heart he can claim
        as his own is hotfooting it at impossible speeds, an uneven
        tempo   manifesting   as   a    F L U R R Y    of   uncontrolled
        percussive strikes against his ribcage, & the single question
        renders him temporarily mute for lack of an answer ).

                               " ———– always am. “
                                                   you wouldn’t  understand.