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im laughing so hard

Cas lay on the ground, cradling his throbbing ankle against his chest, and moaning with the dizziness of the experience. his pride was the most damaged -- as Behati's shadow fell over him, the boy reddened deeply beneath his dark fur. however, before he could assure her that he was totally, completely, one hundred percent fine, she put her lips near his ear and his body responded in a horrifying way. this time, Cas scrabbled to roll over, but was unable to rise on his first, second, or third attempt due to his little sprain -- he resembled a turtle flailing sadly on its back in the sand, albeit a turtle with a less than reptilian appendage.

defeat brewed a cold cup of coffee in his soul; Cas lay back with a dour expression and flung his uninjured foreleg across his eyes. "s-sorry," he muttered, thoroughly humiliated.