After their somewhat awkward month long stint of fleeting glances due to some dodgy papers Jimmy was more than just thankful to be able to set up a surprise like a real modern day thanksgiving meal for Dean. No one told him which helped. Not even Sam who usually buckled under the weight of Dean's nitpicking. By the end of it the table had been cram ( Read more... )

It had been several more weeks than usual and getting by on calls and some sparing chats on Sam's computer was okay with Jimmy, but neurotic as he was- he was starting to worry, and that compiled with loneliness was getting hard on him ( Read more... )

For the wonderful notagoddamnhero .

( i know a place where the grass is really greener. warm, wet & wild. there must be something in the water. )

( it all keeps adding up. i think i'm cracking up. )

 ( you can trust me not to think, and not to sleep around, and if you don't expect too much from me you might not be let down. )

[Asleep under a mountain of papers.]

It had been at least three weeks since Jimmy had been holed up in the hospital bed. His stitches had already been removed and he was very near to being completely healed. The twenty-one days that had passed had given him time to get in touch with himself. The first six days he spent out of the hospital were spent in tears because he had finally ( Read more... )

[Sitting in his hospital bed sleepily.]