It was cliché he knew this. That doesn't mean it stopped him from groaning as he came back into consciousness. There he was on the floor of a crappy motel room handcuffed to the heater, with the nastiest welt on the back of his head known to man and all he could think about was the fact that the carpet that was pressed up against his face contained so many unknown germs that could potentially kill him. It really was rather nasty; right in his line of vision was some unidentifiable green sticky substance that he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to know what it actually was.
The door to the motel room opened and two voices emerged with it. Jimmy closed his eyes and pretended to still be unconscious so he could maybe gain some information on who the fuck these people were before they knew that he in fact no longer unconscious.
"Dean I told you the guy wasn't a fucking demon, or shape shifter that took on the form of another hunter, or whatever the hell that crazy guy back in Maine claimed he was. What the hell are you even doing?" guy number one said in a hushed but very pissed off tone to this Dean character. "Goddammit Sam, you know we had to check it out. Seriously? Climbing out of a window, three stories up, out of a room that an unconscious girl and a bowl full of blood was in isn't suspicious I don't know what the hell is anymore. Also Jason, Paul, Kevin, Jimmy, James, whatever the hell your name is you aren't fooling anyone with that fake unconscious thing you're trying to pull off over there. I'd just give it up now, while you're ahead."
Really what gave him the right to be snarky about fake names? Jimmy had caught on, how many people would end up hitting him over the head with a metal pole, be named Sam and Dean, and also know about demons? Not Many. The Winchesters used their fair share of fake IDs, so he had no place being a fucking jerk about not knowing his name.
Jimmy sighed muttering something under his breath that was no doubt an insult to Dean's character. "You seriously believed a guy named Billy Dawn? That's who told you all that crap wasn't it? Strong southern accent, lives in Maine for who knows what reason? You do know he smokes meth don't you?" Jimmy asked then muttered "I have no clue how you two even made it this far"
Obviously Jimmy had done an excellent job at pissing Dean off, so that was a plus. "Look here you stupid son of a bitch. We have been spending the last six months just trying to find you, so I don't have any time for you to be a little shit. We obviously knew that guy wasn't going to give us much trust worthy information but we couldn't for sure discount it either, some of it was good, it led us to you didn't it? So maybe you should consider not letting a guy named Billy Dawn who smokes meth know where you are going to be headed next time. That's not the point though. You're going to tell us what the hell you are before I have Sammy over here put a bullet between your eyes. Okay? Thanks." It may have been the fake nice voice dean was using that you only used with children you had to be nice to but absolutely fucking hated. Or it may have may have just been his face that pissed him off the most. Either way it didn't matter.
"Look you smarmy fuck face, I'm not the one who has serious fucking explaining to do. Obviously I'm not whatever the hell you thought I was, demon, shape shifter, whatever. I don't even understand how either of you even knows how to wipe your own asses with the way you have handled this situation. Seriously? Hitting me in the back of the head with what? A metal pipe? Oh yeah that would have gone just fantastic if I had been a Demon, what would you have done after? Also if you were questioning what I was why the hell am I handcuffed to heater? Even a regular old human could get out of that given enough time. Most importantly what makes you think I'm anything but a human? I really want to know, what your theories are, because if I'm some kind of evil son of a bitch I would like to know so I can have a good reason just to off myself. So go ahead, come at me, what are your theories on what I am? What kind of signs have I been leaving behind to tell you that I'm some kind of freaky inhuman monster? Please, share with the class."
That sounded tough right? Jimmy sure hoped to God it did. He meant every word of it, but on the inside he was freaking out, restraining from that nervous tick that seemed to become a physical part of him. Who the hell did these people think they were? What ever happened to taking a dude out to dinner before getting into the serious shit, really it was after the third or fourth date before you drop the 'hey are you even human' bomb. He may have been a bit harsh with suggesting that they didn't know what they were doing but seriously? Hitting a potential demon with a blunt object? That was probably just going to piss it off; realistically it wouldn't even distract it long enough to even be helpful.
To the best of his knowledge Jimmy was sure he was human, he never had any other reason to think that he wasn't…Maybe he was a special kind of creature that had nightmare about people and not the things that go bump in the night. He certainly was more terrified with human interaction then with monsters. It was ironic really; a person should be at more ease when around people, not when they were exorcising demons. There was something fucked up about Jimmy, but he was sure that it didn't involve his species…
Dean looked about ready to knock Jimmy out, again, Sam just stood in the background looking at him like he was nuts, and a third guy in a trench coat appeared in the room out of thin air. Jimmy freaked the fuck out. If he wasn't handcuffed to a heater he would have jumped a good three feet or four back, due to the fact that the dude appeared less than a foot away from him.
The guy…or rather unknown thing tilted its head at Jimmy as if wondering why he was freaked out then turned to Dean, who was unusually calm about the whole thing. Seriously the dude looked like some sort of tax accountant, he would be scared if the guy came up to his door like a normal person since he hasn't paid taxes in... Okay he hasn't ever paid his taxes ever; you can't exactly blame the guy.
"He's telling the truth Dean, now that you have actually located him I can tell there is something off about him but he is most assuredly human. I'm going to have to touch his-"Jimmy interrupted him "No I'm stopping you all right fucking there. Before anyone touches anything, you're going to explain this to me, and don't fucking tell me that I'm in no position to make demands, because seriously while Mr. Trench coat was talking I got myself unhand cuffed, really be more observant guys, and get higher quality hand cuffs. Also never put guns within five feet of the hostage. This may be stupid on my part because I have no clue what the tax accountant right there is but if you don't tell me what the hell is going on I will start shooting. Right…Rambling again. Your turn to share..."
"I hate to be the one to tell you this, because really dude, great speech. But that gun isn't even loaded"
"Oh that's wonderful, it wouldn't be would it? Nice." Jimmy muttered before tossing the gun onto the bed that was near him. After that initial moment of everyone standing there doing nothing, deciding what to actually do, Jimmy did what any rational person would do. He bolted for the door, he knew it wouldn't work, due to two other guys being in the room and one other…whatever the hell Trench coat was. But really what kind of person would he be if he didn't try?
"God dammit" Dean muttered before grabbing jimmy by the waist and literally throwing him into the motel chair. Jimmy, high on the adrenalin that was now going through him launched himself back out of the chair and tackled Dean to the ground. They probably struggled for a good 10 seconds before Dean had Jimmy pinned. "What the hell Cas?! What's wrong with you? You're not even being helpful, I can understand Sam, he probably wouldn't even be any help in this since I was already on it but you? You're supposed to be an a-fuck! Stop that!" Yes Jimmy had bit him, but really Dean deserved it in it. Well in Jimmy's opinion Dean did, Jimmy's opinion never really got him far in most situations, it usually just got ignored. Seriously the dude may not have been fat or anything but he was fucking heavy, muscle weighted a whole lot more then fat and Jimmy was willing to bet this guy had a ton if it, because he was so fucking heavy. Let it be known having Dean Winchester on top of you isn't as fun as it sounds, especially when his knee was pressed against your groin, and not in the way the was pleasant, it fucking hurt.
"Get the hell off of me!" Jimmy all but screamed and shoved Dean off of him before shoving him off. He then pushed himself across the carpet to lean against the wall making it known he wasn't going to run. Dean scoffed, giving Jimmy a look that told him he wanted to strangle him. "Dean, maybe we should just tell him what we kn-"Dean interrupted Sam "You know what Sam, shut up, you're not being helpful" To be a hundred percent honest, Sam looked like a kicked puppy, literally that guy made really great facial expressions unintentionally that make people feel guilty, Jimmy was jealous.
Jimmy was just trying to focus on Sam's many facial expressions to just try and calm him down. It was stated before that Jimmy was a mess, he really was. He didn't even know how he lived this long while hunting, you really had to have good people skills. Maybe he was just really good at faking until he was alone. The motto fake it until you make it was definitely something he chose to live by. It never bothered him as much as it should when a monster overpowered him, they were monsters, monsters didn't bother him, and monsters didn't have the same memories attached to him that people did for Jimmy.
Really now was the worst possible moment to start freaking out in front of other people. He needed to calm the fuck down. So he pushed it into that little bottle and shut the lid to deal with it another day. He found that most other people couldn't really just do that; shove the emotions of being trapped away. It helped him survive though, let him get out of the situation before it came back. When it came back though, it was always a hundred times worse than if he would just let it happen. See? Jimmy is a fucking mess.
No one seemed to notice this almost mental break down except for this "Cas" guy, who just stared at him with that annoying tilt to his head.
Dean sighed, looking like he was just so done with everything. "Look, kid, whoever the hell you are, Castiel here is going to touch your soul or whatever you want to call it, it's going to fucking hurt but you are just going to have to deal with. We are doing this because when you came onto the radar about five or so months ago, the Angels got wind of it, they are real, that's what Cas is. They know every human on earth, can detect every one of them, but they had never knew of your existence. Questions at this point are pretty unnecessary. So just shut up and take it."
Castiel being the apparent weirdo he was just went over to Jimmy without having said anything since the initial speech about him telling the truth. It was like ever since Jimmy first opened his mouth with Castiel being here, the dude was stuck in just being perpetually bewildered.
Then without warning the douche bag just fucking stuck his hand into his chest and literally, touched his soul. To say it "Fucking hurt" as Dean Put it so eloquently was an understatement. It didn't just hurt; it felt like someone had thrown his entire body into a tub of acid. So yeah that was awesome. To say the least Jimmy passed out.
Don't be all judgey, you would have too, and if you say you wouldn't have, you are a liar, A dirty fucking liar.
I'm going to be honest up until this point, Jimmy seems like a pretty big wimp. If im going to continue to be honest I'll tell you that he is. He is around people. It was weird, that a person like him could just kind of switch back and forth from being a fucking bad ass to kind of a scared pathetic guy. He could fight a windigo or a group of vampires any day and be just fine. He could even talk to a few people with a mask so to speak over his face and look fine. He was good at looking like a bad ass with all his talk but when his life is put into words, with his actual thoughts and not put from another person's view, he seemed cowardly. People who had seen him in the hunting zone were terrified of him. They tended to avoid him after seeing him after that, having the newfound false belief that he was a fucking machine in killing monsters and that they shouldn't mess with him.
They were wrong. What they didn't understand is that there are scarier things then monsters out there yet. They also didn't understand that experiencing those scarier things didn't always make you a stronger or better person. Sometimes it made you weaker more jumpy on the inside, expecting it to happen again at any second. Sure that person tries to put on a mask and hide how fucked up they are, and for the most part it works. Until it doesn't
Authors Note: Wow, I didn't know it was going to get that deep yet in chapter two. Also Jimmy is coming out different then I originally imagined him, so I have no clue where this is going to go. But the main point of this note is to say this is going to be kind of AU, things are going to change a bit with the whole Angel situation, I'm not going to really explain it here though or at all, that would end up with an author's note of being over a thousand words…so yeah. This was more of a filler chapter so it wasn't really the best it could have been, when I wrote it I was just trying to get to a point where I could move onto what I really want to move onto…I hope you know what I mean. But yeah…
