horn in my side

Cas is efficient, so practical or borders on ruthless, but it’s a style that serves their purposes well. Spider approaches as Cas snaps the Pronghorn’s neck, admiring the clean kill. “you certainly don’t pull any punches,” they huff, a touch amused. they round the fallen prey, eyes tracing its smooth pelt, the strange angle of its neck, those dull, sightless eyes. “not bad for a newbie,” they tease. their tone is light, playful. Cas is a little older than them, after all, and they’re fully aware of it. with a final glance at the deer, Spider makes a noise of approval and moves to bump shoulders with Cas. “let’s load this thing off and cart it home, yeah?”

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