Disclaimer: As not often as Jimmy is mentioned on the show, he still belongs to the Supernatural folks. That's okay though, since I still get to play with him (in a totally not creepy way... for now).

I'm sleeping, basking in nothing. Maybe I'm far off- in a vortex of harsh non-reality. Maybe I'm Jimmy.

Then, something changes.

I feel it in the mid southern corner of being and it is a burst of dull pain. It tingles, discomforting but not overwhelming in the midst of searing infinity.

I think I've been stabbed. Distantly, I grow aware.

Physicality. It was this thing that guided me once, until I was taken and lost and tormented. Now though, I am brought back to it. A genuine presence in what was life and what was my world.

The stab wound reassembles me. I am a mind of oozing blood in replacement of space. Stars burst with the shutting down of organs. My mouth tastes of iron.

There is screaming and it's all I know. My life is invested in it. Yells for angel, cries of man.

Castiel, they scream.

But I'm Jimmy, I think vaguely, more wonderingly than sure. They must not be calling for me, I conclude as I am already eager to slip away. I'll just rest then, surrounded by bloodied galaxies and ignited grace.

Everything is evaporated and I seep back to where I was.