Jimmy couldn't get back. The angel was frightened. He hadn't meant to… but Castiel had barred the way every time. He barred it tight with fear. Fear of dying. Fear of hurting others. The burning scrambled his thoughts, until like a soft winter breeze, something cool and clean broke through.
Amelia? I can… I can hear Amelia. As if he was surrounded by cameras, he was aware of every angle around him, and he tried to focus in on one. That face. That woman reaching out to him.
She offered for him to go. I am not ready to go. Not yet.
The pull that connected him to his body came in sharp relief to the muddled sensations he was experiencing. He turned his attention to the man on the floor. Me. Castiel. Us.
He had not been attempting to hurt Castiel when he was expelled, and returned. He felt little malice towards the other man. However, this time, in this clarity, he was going to hurt him. He was going to make that angel scream in agony until he was incapable of remaining conscious.
Forgive me, Castiel. I need you not to fight my return. In a clear though vicious thought, Jimmy stabbed through his own abdomen. The soul was being slowly pulled in, and Jimmy actually held out as long as he could before he was compelled to burrow back into the comfort of his own skin. By then, Castiel had fallen unconscious and it was like an open door.
Jimmy settled in, and was immediately aware that things were not as they had been, the connection between the two was now blurred, they were touching as they had been the last few days in the hospital. It would be difficult to know who was in control. I'm home. It's okay. His eyes closed as his body forced itself to shut down from the pain, and he went slack.