Adverting the Future
Excerpt from Dean's Journal:
This Hotel apparently zaps the supernatural out of stuff. Which, in my personally opinion, isn't so bad...but when you've gotta argue the finer points of sleeping to an angel turned human...it can be a real bitch. Cas isn't sleeping and apparently it is linked to the fact he either doesn't like being oblivious to the world or he has some really twisted nightmares.
I can relate. And yeah, I wish I didn't have to sleep either. If I had a good solution, I'd give it to the poor bastard, but I don't. I only get four hours a night because I wake up before I can go into REM. And when I do try to actually sleep, it's not without attempting to drink a whole bottle of Jack in the process.
But I can't offer him booze and the handful of sleeping pills stashed in the medical kit. I can't give him some heavy duty painkillers for his shoulder either (because it looks like someone in this hotel is a doctor and has probably already given Cas something. I gotta find this guy and talk to him about dosing Cas with anything.) And while I may shove a beer in his face for the occasional laugh and to get the guy to lighten up, making an angel a borderline alcoholic like me is the last thing I want to do. I don't want to give him anything thing he could end up addicted to.
Its bad enough...that people have died for me already...I'm not going to turn into that son of bitch I saw in 2014...and I'm not going to let Cas destroy himself in his new found humanity either.
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I found my car. I've unloaded all the weapons I could carry and stashed the hunting stuff under the bed.
This Hotel apparently zaps the supernatural out of stuff. Which, in my personally opinion, isn't so bad...but when you've gotta argue the finer points of sleeping to an angel turned human...it can be a real bitch. Cas isn't sleeping and apparently it is linked to the fact he either doesn't like being oblivious to the world or he has some really twisted nightmares.
I can relate. And yeah, I wish I didn't have to sleep either. If I had a good solution, I'd give it to the poor bastard, but I don't. I only get four hours a night because I wake up before I can go into REM. And when I do try to actually sleep, it's not without attempting to drink a whole bottle of Jack in the process.
But I can't offer him booze and the handful of sleeping pills stashed in the medical kit. I can't give him some heavy duty painkillers for his shoulder either (because it looks like someone in this hotel is a doctor and has probably already given Cas something. I gotta find this guy and talk to him about dosing Cas with anything.) And while I may shove a beer in his face for the occasional laugh and to get the guy to lighten up, making an angel a borderline alcoholic like me is the last thing I want to do. I don't want to give him anything thing he could end up addicted to.
Its bad enough...that people have died for me already...I'm not going to turn into that son of bitch I saw in 2014...and I'm not going to let Cas destroy himself in his new found humanity either.
...
I found my car. I've unloaded all the weapons I could carry and stashed the hunting stuff under the bed.