It's no wonder the arrival woke him, since it came with a flash of thunderless lightning, but that's gone in a blink and well before Sam manages to actually sit up and take in what's happened.
The figure lying on the floor could be Cas, or it could be Jimmy, and in either case he's dirty and it grubby, threadbare clothes. There's what looks like blood on his jacket, although after a lifetime as a hunter Sam will probably recognize from the pattern of it that it's somebody else's. He looks ill, and just a little too thin. He also definitely needs a bath and a shave, and maybe a haircut too.
"...Am I dead, or what?" The low, gravelly voice is the same, but a little slurred. Mostly that's from the hard landing. He doesn't even try to get up, just blinks at the ceiling.
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Still feel newish at Cas so that evens out.
Date: 2013-01-21 02:20 am (UTC)From:The figure lying on the floor could be Cas, or it could be Jimmy, and in either case he's dirty and it grubby, threadbare clothes. There's what looks like blood on his jacket, although after a lifetime as a hunter Sam will probably recognize from the pattern of it that it's somebody else's. He looks ill, and just a little too thin. He also definitely needs a bath and a shave, and maybe a haircut too.
"...Am I dead, or what?" The low, gravelly voice is the same, but a little slurred. Mostly that's from the hard landing. He doesn't even try to get up, just blinks at the ceiling.
"If you're here, it must be 'or what'."