[Castiel's eyes are tightly shut as he tries to fight off lightheadedness and pain that seems to be coming from everywhere, gathering his will to try to figure out what to do. When he opens his eyes they catch Meg's, and the sight of the tear and Silva on top of her makes something twist in his chest, and suddenly he's moving again as his mind remembers its stronger than his body.
He reaches to grab the hilt of the knife still sticking out of his shoulder, pulling it out in one determined motion accompanied by the sound of metal scraping on bone. It's agonizing and his stomach lurches nauseatingly as he shoves himself up onto his knees, blood dripping onto the floor from the new wound as well as the old ones, but he ignores it all to throw the weapon as hard as he can manage at Silva. He's normally stronger, and his aim steadier, but even a glancing blow would be better than nothing.]
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He reaches to grab the hilt of the knife still sticking out of his shoulder, pulling it out in one determined motion accompanied by the sound of metal scraping on bone. It's agonizing and his stomach lurches nauseatingly as he shoves himself up onto his knees, blood dripping onto the floor from the new wound as well as the old ones, but he ignores it all to throw the weapon as hard as he can manage at Silva. He's normally stronger, and his aim steadier, but even a glancing blow would be better than nothing.]