Title: Awakening
Prompt: 107 - awake
Character/Pairing: Jimmy Novak, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester.
Word Count: 654
Rating: PG
Warnings: None.
Dean drove for a while and let silence fill up the void of the Impala. Jimmy was still quietly out cold in the back seat and Sam seemed calm next to him in the passenger seat. He had a feeling though that once they stopped there'd be some kind of freak out.
By the time they got back to the motel, Dean just wanted to grab their stuff and go. He was at the point where he was wiped and ready to hand the keys over to Sam. Before they could go anywhere though, Sam had out their small bag with medical bandages to fix up Jimmy's arm. He sat on the edge of the seat and patched his arm up. Jimmy was catatonic and it worried them, so they drew a warding symbol on his hand in sharpie.
After this was all done, Sam returned to the room and gave Dean a look. He knew the look and exactly what it meant: "we need to talk and I gotta know what the hell's going on". The crossed arms just boosted that all though and Dean huffed. "Dean," Sam started to say.
Dean cut him off, throwing his jacket down on top of his backpack with an eye roll. "Are you gonna be a girl about this?"
"No, I just wanna know what happened. I mean, I came in at a pretty…weird time." Sam looked a little grossed out for a moment.
"The demon possessing him said that he was into me and tried using it against me or something," Dean shrugged, as if it were nothing. But it wasn't nothing to him. It was pretty big in his book.
Sam's eyebrows went up, almost as if he was amused by the words. "Or something? Right…"
Huffing, Dean said, "We're not talking about this." He glared for a moment before going back to packing up his duffel bag. He glanced over at the door every few minutes, hoping Jimmy might walk in and back to his normal self. It was clear Dean was worried. After maybe fifteen minutes, he couldn't take it anymore. He swung his bag over his shoulder and stomped out of the room, dropping the bag in the trunk before opening the side door in the Impala to get a better look at the ex-vessel.
Jimmy was still with a steady breathing pattern. It didn't look like he'd be waking up anytime soon. Dena couldn't help but wonder how much the demon had fucked up Jimmy internally.
He leaned against the door of his car, sighing, when he heard a groan. Dean's eyes went directly to Jimmy and found him stirring. "Jimmy?" Part of him couldn't help but smile a little at the sight. "Hey, you okay?" He helped the other man sit up, keeping a hand on his shoulder to keep him steady.
For a few moments, Jimmy didn't say anything. He just looked straight ahead and then at the interior of the car. When he finally did say something, it was paired with a sharp intake of breath. "What happened?"
"You don't remember?"
"No. I just remember darkness and black when I was looking for you." His look immediately jumped to concern. "Are you okay? What'd the demon do to you?"
Dean shook his head as if to say 'don't worry about it'. "You were possessed. The demon just said a few things until Sam swooped in to save the day." The pull of the smirk on his face was only to cheer up Jimmy…and it worked. A weak smile climbed onto Jimmy's face and he gave a nod. "Just sit tight. We're leaving shortly."
"Okay." Jimmy shifted while Dean let go of his shoulder and made his way back into the motel. Sam would be glad to know Jimmy was awake again. Then they could get out of dodge before anyone else had something weird happen to them.
