{atlanta} In which Cordy has a lot of work to do.
She was trying not to remind herself that she had begged for this assignment.
She knew that this guy was supposed to be a major player if his now dead brother screwed up in the afterlife. She knew that this guy was one they didn't want slipping to the darkside. She knew that babysitting Sam Winchester was better than being stuck upstairs with the rest of the Powers that Won't and doing absolutely nothing.
But come on. Didn't the guy have any sense of hygiene? Or cleaning up after himself? She understood that his brother was dead, but that was no excuse for sliding this far. Even for brothers who are as freakishly attached to each other as Sam and Dean were. She strode into the room, picking her way around the piles of dirty clothes and half-empty liquor bottles, picking up some of them as she went. She paused next to the huge form in the bed, reaching forward and wrenching the bottle of whiskey out of his sleepy grip, then nudging his shoulder with her hip.
"I'm dumping your booze. Next is coming a shower. I will bathe you myself if I have to, and no, it's not going to be fun."
She started to head back over to the sink in the bathroom, flipping the bottles over and starting to pour the leftover booze down the sink. "Rise and shine, Sam. We got major work to do."
She knew that this guy was supposed to be a major player if his now dead brother screwed up in the afterlife. She knew that this guy was one they didn't want slipping to the darkside. She knew that babysitting Sam Winchester was better than being stuck upstairs with the rest of the Powers that Won't and doing absolutely nothing.
But come on. Didn't the guy have any sense of hygiene? Or cleaning up after himself? She understood that his brother was dead, but that was no excuse for sliding this far. Even for brothers who are as freakishly attached to each other as Sam and Dean were. She strode into the room, picking her way around the piles of dirty clothes and half-empty liquor bottles, picking up some of them as she went. She paused next to the huge form in the bed, reaching forward and wrenching the bottle of whiskey out of his sleepy grip, then nudging his shoulder with her hip.
"I'm dumping your booze. Next is coming a shower. I will bathe you myself if I have to, and no, it's not going to be fun."
She started to head back over to the sink in the bathroom, flipping the bottles over and starting to pour the leftover booze down the sink. "Rise and shine, Sam. We got major work to do."