Can't Sleep, Can't Breathe... Just Wanna Feel What I Can't

[thebrknsoldier]

Ang had wanted him to be careful. Everyone seemed to tell him that. It wasn't in his vocabulary anymore. It was all about the destruction now. He slams his bowie knife into a demon's throat splattering himself with blood even as another one came behind him and he whirls around shooting it. Once he had rid himself of the demon population of the

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[thebrknsoldier]

"My old man would've skinned me alive. But that's neither here nor there anymore."

[wannabenumb]

He leans back a moment before swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and moving to stand, although he's still slightly shaky.

[thebrknsoldier]

"There's coffee or whatever you want to drink there. Help yourself."

[wannabenumb]

"Coffee sounds like heaven." he says, wincing a bit as he takes a few wobbly steps. "How much blood did I lose?"

[thebrknsoldier]

"Then its already made and waiting." He states. "As for how much blood... quite a bit. You cracked your head on that tree pretty damn hard." Just like his hand was covered now in dried blood and the damage to it could be seen.

[wannabenumb]

It takes a bit of squinting and then he manages a look at Dean. "What did you do?" he asks, scowling a bit, but then he stops, cause ...ow.

Scowling hurts right now.

[thebrknsoldier]

He doesn't even bother asking what Sam's talking about. He knows what he's talking about and quite frankly now that he thinks about it... he's losing a bit of feeling in that hand. "Got pissed off and punched a tree."