His critical expression didn't go unnoticed. Rose pouted. Castiel was Dean's friend, so she supposed she couldn't be surprised. "I'm doin' my best, mate," the blonde argued, pulling herself to her feet. "'s not like I'm gonna jus' leave ya."
Though bound, the man was clearly trying to tell her something. Rose attempted to make out the words. Unfortunately, the rusted metal across his lips made it nearly impossible. O-something... C-something... she decided to follow his gaze, instead. The path of her dark eyes matched his, and then- "Ah!" There, sticking out of the untamed grass, was a metal spout. She ran to investigate.
"Oil can!" Rose exclaimed, picking up the precious tool. She turned to show Castiel, but it was clear that he'd seen the thing there the whole time. Another frown. "...Ya mean they left this 'ere, righ' in front o' ya t' look at?" She shook her head in disbelief. "Bloody torture, tha' is."
Ever the Companion, Rose briskly returned to Castiel's side. She supposed that his mouth was the best place to start. Standing on her tiptoes, she found the heavy clasp behind his head. "Don' struggle or anythin'," she requested gently. "This'll be easier if ya ain't rattlin' around." She tilted the can forward. Its contents seeped into the mobile parts of the clasp, as well as over the super-rusty spots. If the mechanism was stuck, extra moisture could maybe allow her to break it with force. Rose listened to the forest around them while working. Whoever had done this to Castiel could still be around. She had no idea where they were or what they were dealing with.
When satisfied, she struck the clasp a few times with the bottom of her palm. The metal protested for a moment, before finally swinging open with a crack. "There!" she smiled broadly. Castiel was free to speak- or, more likely, just breathe properly for a few moments.
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Though bound, the man was clearly trying to tell her something. Rose attempted to make out the words. Unfortunately, the rusted metal across his lips made it nearly impossible. O-something... C-something... she decided to follow his gaze, instead. The path of her dark eyes matched his, and then- "Ah!" There, sticking out of the untamed grass, was a metal spout. She ran to investigate.
"Oil can!" Rose exclaimed, picking up the precious tool. She turned to show Castiel, but it was clear that he'd seen the thing there the whole time. Another frown. "...Ya mean they left this 'ere, righ' in front o' ya t' look at?" She shook her head in disbelief. "Bloody torture, tha' is."
Ever the Companion, Rose briskly returned to Castiel's side. She supposed that his mouth was the best place to start. Standing on her tiptoes, she found the heavy clasp behind his head. "Don' struggle or anythin'," she requested gently. "This'll be easier if ya ain't rattlin' around." She tilted the can forward. Its contents seeped into the mobile parts of the clasp, as well as over the super-rusty spots. If the mechanism was stuck, extra moisture could maybe allow her to break it with force. Rose listened to the forest around them while working. Whoever had done this to Castiel could still be around. She had no idea where they were or what they were dealing with.
When satisfied, she struck the clasp a few times with the bottom of her palm. The metal protested for a moment, before finally swinging open with a crack. "There!" she smiled broadly. Castiel was free to speak- or, more likely, just breathe properly for a few moments.