When canon meets AU
I really just did not want to save this in a file.
He knew his head should not feel like this.
Jimmy looked around dazedly, eyes catching the tops of orchard trees and clear starry skies, his body feeling as if it went through a round in a washing machine and his head about to shrink due to pressure of the deep blue sea, ears ringing and everything. At least he was breathing? What the hell hit him...?
There was a lot of garbled noise, too, and pops. Like, pup pup, over and over again. Sounded funny. Is this what being a fish felt like, trapped in its bowl? Turning over was a venture, too, as apparently his body was not very ready to cooperate with gross-motor coordination, and Jimmy may or may not have looked like a fish flopping around on the ground as he tried and eventually succeeded. Dead leaves and dirt met his face, already happily clinging to his back and hair like gleeful little children, and he huffed in exhale. The pup-pupping was getting sharper, and--well shit.
Gun fire.
The fight was still going on?
As Karma or Fate or some other bitch would have it, everything went silent about then, so maybe it was good timing. Or shit timing. Before Jimmy could call out, someone was already tromping over to him, hand on a shoulder and trying to roll him back over. Jesus, pal, just undo all that hard work.
"Hey, you all right?"
"I was," he grumbled petulantly, not resisting as much as he should have been as he was forced onto his back again. Oh. It was a puppy-faced man. Jimmy thought they were adorable.
Though Jimmy might have looked like a nightmare or something, because the man hovering over him recoiled in surprise, confusion and maybe a touch of worry on his boyish good looks. Oh, to be young. "Cass?" Mother-- Jimmy rolled his eyes and lifted his arms to dramatically drop them again; Karma took her vengeance on him for calling her a bitch by having one land on a knobby stick. Ow. No, but really, why did everyone always assume he was Cass first? But now the man look even more worried, and he straightened up on his knees and cried, "Dean!"
Which led to more tromping. Yeah, that was cool. Chilling out.
"Sam, what's wrong?"
Oh.
Jimmy tipped his head back, following the movement of the incredibly familiar voice, because it was Adne, but Adne's flashlight--why did he have one?-- was on him and there was a skitter of leaves at he stopped in his tracks. "Cass?"
"Not Cass," Jimmy emphasized. What the hell?
He knew his head should not feel like this.
Jimmy looked around dazedly, eyes catching the tops of orchard trees and clear starry skies, his body feeling as if it went through a round in a washing machine and his head about to shrink due to pressure of the deep blue sea, ears ringing and everything. At least he was breathing? What the hell hit him...?
There was a lot of garbled noise, too, and pops. Like, pup pup, over and over again. Sounded funny. Is this what being a fish felt like, trapped in its bowl? Turning over was a venture, too, as apparently his body was not very ready to cooperate with gross-motor coordination, and Jimmy may or may not have looked like a fish flopping around on the ground as he tried and eventually succeeded. Dead leaves and dirt met his face, already happily clinging to his back and hair like gleeful little children, and he huffed in exhale. The pup-pupping was getting sharper, and--well shit.
Gun fire.
The fight was still going on?
As Karma or Fate or some other bitch would have it, everything went silent about then, so maybe it was good timing. Or shit timing. Before Jimmy could call out, someone was already tromping over to him, hand on a shoulder and trying to roll him back over. Jesus, pal, just undo all that hard work.
"Hey, you all right?"
"I was," he grumbled petulantly, not resisting as much as he should have been as he was forced onto his back again. Oh. It was a puppy-faced man. Jimmy thought they were adorable.
Though Jimmy might have looked like a nightmare or something, because the man hovering over him recoiled in surprise, confusion and maybe a touch of worry on his boyish good looks. Oh, to be young. "Cass?" Mother-- Jimmy rolled his eyes and lifted his arms to dramatically drop them again; Karma took her vengeance on him for calling her a bitch by having one land on a knobby stick. Ow. No, but really, why did everyone always assume he was Cass first? But now the man look even more worried, and he straightened up on his knees and cried, "Dean!"
Which led to more tromping. Yeah, that was cool. Chilling out.
"Sam, what's wrong?"
Oh.
Jimmy tipped his head back, following the movement of the incredibly familiar voice, because it was Adne, but Adne's flashlight--why did he have one?-- was on him and there was a skitter of leaves at he stopped in his tracks. "Cass?"
"Not Cass," Jimmy emphasized. What the hell?