[ Dean...doesn't pick up on it, either. He's trying to do his best but he's not particularly great at this aspect. Still, Cas watches his drink and Dean gets up again to go take a leak, finishing up when the bathroom goes icy-cold, and his breath fogs up in front of him. ]
...Ah, hell.
[ Dean's fresh out of salt or anything useful right now and he goes for the door, only to feel it slam shut and the metal of the knob start to ice over.
He winds up thrown against the first toilet's door, slamming into it and knocking it over, landing in a jumbled heap as he tries to reach for something to strike out, nothing within reach. The lone knife he has skitters out of reach, shoved under the sink and Dean groans, his head throbbing as he pushes himself up to his hands and knees and winds up slammed into the other wall, spitting up blood when he bites his cheek hard enough to break skin.
Almost on autopilot he grabs his phone, just as the ghost lifts him up, squeezing tight around his throat and he presses call, kicking his legs, gagging. ]
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...Ah, hell.
[ Dean's fresh out of salt or anything useful right now and he goes for the door, only to feel it slam shut and the metal of the knob start to ice over.
He winds up thrown against the first toilet's door, slamming into it and knocking it over, landing in a jumbled heap as he tries to reach for something to strike out, nothing within reach. The lone knife he has skitters out of reach, shoved under the sink and Dean groans, his head throbbing as he pushes himself up to his hands and knees and winds up slammed into the other wall, spitting up blood when he bites his cheek hard enough to break skin.
Almost on autopilot he grabs his phone, just as the ghost lifts him up, squeezing tight around his throat and he presses call, kicking his legs, gagging. ]