onasteelhorse | Same face, different time (For empty

Jimmy blinks, staring at the man in front of him. This... This was bad. If Dean was here, then he wasn't far behind. Castiel would never have left Dean alone.

Calm down. You're okay. Think. If Dean's asking about where the angel is, then he doesn't know either. Still okay. Still free.

"Dean? Dean. Right. Yes, yes. Dean." He shivers, shaking his head and bringing his arms up to grip the upper sleeves of his coat. "D-D-don't know. L-L-Left me...." He has to stop, trying to avoid thinking about Castiel and the water. ".. Have... haven't seen him in a week.... I think."

"Whoa, alright..." He frowned a little bit as he watched Jimmy struggle to get the words out, watched him shivering a little bit. Alright, no telling what kinda damage the guy's gone through, being tied to an angel for so long.

"You doing okay? I mean, what have you been doing since you got free?"

"Sur-surviving? No.. no where to go. Can't... Can't go home." He pulls his arms tighter into a hug, trying to get ahold of himself. He's not having an episode in front of Dean Winchester.

Even if Castiel was all but glued to his hip, Castiel's not here now and that's the important thing. Even if he does look up and down the highway Dean found him walking down, just to be sure. He does see The Car, though, and that gets another stare before Jimmy tears his gaze away and back to Dean. A hand reaches out and knots itself in Dean's shirt, reminding Jimmy that Dean's here and real and that means everything.

And it's painfully obvious that Jimmy's not doing okay. He's too skinny, and he looks like he hasn't been sleeping all that much.

"Alright, buddy." No, he definitely wasn't good at all. He reached out to rest a steady hand on the guy's shoulder and nudge him towards the car. He had to get him out of here, get him fed and let him rest. That took first priority.

"Come on, we'll get you taken care of."

Jimmy nods absently, leaning into Dean's hand. "Sorry... Sorry... I'm not... not well." He shivers as he walks, going quietly into the car and sitting where Dean seats him. If Dean's making notes, a shower and a trip to the laundromat probably wouldn't be out of place in Jimmy's future, either. Because while the suit and coat look a lot more lived in without Angelic Dry Cleaning; it's the same suit, the same coat.

"Sorry... I'm.... not... You... You don't know where... " There's a glance around, like he's double-checking to make sure Castiel's not nearby. "... the angel is... Do you?"

Because if Dean doesn't know where Castiel is, then nobody knows. And that's wonderful.

"Yeah, I can see that." Circling around, Dean settled in the driver's seat. He needed a ton of care... guy looked like he'd been through hell and back. Dean could probably loan him some clothes until he got some more of his own though...

"Cas?" He frowned, shrugging awkwardly. "Nope. Haven't seen him in awhile. If he's not with you, I got no idea where he'd be."

Jimmy glances around at the inside of the Impala. Castiel knew this car almost as well as Dean does; so the car gives Jimmy a persistent case of deja vu. He knows where the lump is, in the back right seat that makes it difficult to sleep on. The stain on the back right carpet that had a little motor oil spilled on it to hide blood. Dean loves this car, and by association, Castiel loved it too.

So Jimmy knows this car better than he knows his own house.

"I have-haven't seen him.... in.. in a week. He... he left.." Dumped, Jimmy. Let's be honest. Dumped you in a ditch and then who knows what. Went chasing a better Vessel? A more stable one? "... left me... in Georgia. Now I'm... Where am I?" He looks back out the window for any sort of road sign in case he missed one in all his walking, before turning back to look at Dean.

"Georgia, huh?" He frowned a little bit and shook his head. Dammit, where the hell did Cas go? He didn't think he'd leave Jimmy without a damn good reason for it.

And now Dean had no clue what to do with the guy. He needed help, serious help from the looks of it. He had no idea what being tied to an angel for this long could do to someone mentally, especially with all the stuff Cas had put his body through.

"Right now? Oklahoma. I was heading out on a beer run when I saw you wandering around. Probably lucky I had a case bring me around here."

Jimmy looks back over at Dean and nods. He wants to ask about his family, wants to ask if Dean's seen them. But there's no reason for Dean to have dropped by to check on one particular family out of however many he's... worked for. "Sorry... sorry... I'm... Better... than this. Usually." Seeing Dean brings it all back, everything that can get past the memory blocks and blank spaces. He closes his eyes and grips the coat sleeves a little tighter, trying to fight the memories back.

He's not having an episode in front of Dean Winchester in this car. He's not. But there's going to be one in his future, he has a feeling. Probably back at the motel. And he gets to explain that to Dean too. Needing to hide in the bathroom for an hour or so until he calms down.

But for now, it recedes a little. Enough for him to function again. His eyes open again and he gives Dean an 'I'm okay. Really. I am.' smile that doesn't fool anyone. "A case? You and your..."

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He has to take another of those moments to try and shove the impending episode away. ".... brother?"

"It's alright. We'll figure it out." He let out a sigh and shifted a little bit, keeping his eyes on the road with only brief glimpses over to make sure he was holding his shit together. He needed him to, at least until they got to the room.

"Yeah, Sammy's at the room. Should be anyway. You sure you're holding up okay?"

Jimmy hesitates, wondering if he could get Dean to believe that he's fine before shaking his head. "... no. Not... Not really."

With that being a bit of an understatement. Not many people look for safe places to hide while they're having a massive panic attack. Or are afraid of sunlight on water. "Sorry." He couldn't have told Dean what he was apologizing for, but it seemed appropriate. Maybe it was the mess Dean had saddled himself with. Maybe it was saying 'yes' and enabling Castiel to do... everything.

"I... I might..." He trails off. How do you find a polite way to say 'I'm going to have a meltdown in your cheap motel bathroom and I'll probably be down for an hour at least.' "... need... some time. When we get back to the room." God, that sounded fake and suspicious to his ears, who knows what it sounded like to Dean.

"Uh... sure. I was gonna give you some clothes anyway. You can have a shower." He shrugged a little bit, giving him another look again. Damn, he needed to call Sam soon, figure out a plan.

"Bet you'll feel better when you get cleaned up and we get some food in you."

Jimmy nods. Food sounds really good right now. But it will probably have to wait until after the.... episode in the bathroom. And the shower. Probably. He shuddered pulling the trenchcoat a little tighter around himself. Water itself was probably okay. As long as he could make sure there wasn't anything in it. But in general? It sounds like the best thing in a long time.

"And... I... apologize in.. in advance. I don't sleep well. Nightmares.... I scream, sometimes. Wake people up. Toss and turn..... Maybe... maybe I should sleep in the car." He's slept in worse places, and he doesn't want to wake anyone up with his issues. Better to be up front about this, so Dean doesn't get any unpleasant surprises in the middle of the night, when Jimmy's revisiting his personal house of horrors.

"Dude, you're not sleeping in the car. We'll figure something out... get you some help or something, alright?" He wasn't exactly looking forward to dealing with night terrors or whatever, but they'd figure it out. You couldn't really blame the guy.

When they got to the motel, he parked in front of the room and killed it. "Come on, let's get you inside."

Jimmy nods, letting the rest of the trip pass in silence. He hesitates when Dean parks, taking a few minutes to get himself together. And letting Dean go first to break the news about the new stray he'd found to Sam. That's it. Really. Not bracing himself to see Sam. Or stop his hands from shaking. Or keeping himself from remembering what Sam (Lucifer) did to him and Castiel with a snap of his...

There's a frantic dash to the edge of the parking lot so Jimmy can throw up.

Sam was being sent out to grab food because Dean wanted to stick around, keep an eye on Jimmy. He wasn't sure how the guy'd react to his brother anyway... they'd just have to see.

Sam was just walking out, keys in hand and followed by Dean when they saw Jimmy out of the car. Sam was given the okay to go ahead as Dean approached him. "Whoa, hey..."

Shit, he was sick. "Hey, c'mon, you don't have that much to get rid of..."

There isn't. It's mostly drool and bile, interspersed with the occasional retching cough. Business must have been slow in the 'Will Heal For Food' trade, since it doesn't look like Jimmy's had much to eat today. Leaning on a trash can, he hacks up a last gag before wiping his mouth on his sleeve. He catches himself glancing in the trash can for anything edible, since stress just made him empty out what little had been in his stomach before.

But he finishes, spits a few times, and wipes his mouth on his sleeve again. "... Sorry." But Dean mentioned food. That was hopefully still on the table. And the shower. And not sleeping in the car? Well, he'd see on that one.

"It's fine. You okay?" He asks, brows furrowed in concern. If he needed a doctor or something, Dean had no idea what kinda story they were going to come up with... They'd figure something out though.

"If you're done, let's get inside. Sam's gone out for food."

Jimmy nods, giving his mouth another wipe. ".... Can... Can I get a... a shower, maybe?" Because that would be really nice. He wraps his arms around himself and nods. "... I think I'm done, yeah. Stress, maybe... Something I ate?" He shudders and starts shuffling to get inside and catch up to Dean.

"Yeah... just relax. Bathroom's that way. I'll, uh... grab you some fresh clothes, but go ahead and go in if you want. Should be plenty of hot water." They lucked out and actually got a room with a decent shower for once.

"Sam should be back with some food soon too."

Jimmy nods. A shower sounds wonderful.

He shrugs out of his coat and looks for a place to hang it up before acknowledging that it's filthy and dropping it on the floor in the corner.

"I'll.... I'll be back.. in a bit, then?" He ducks out of sight and Dean can hear shuffling around as Jimmy sets about getting clean.

With Jimmy tucked away in the bathroom, Dean fetched him some clean clothes and sat them outside of the door before he went to sit at the table with a sigh. Had to figure out what to do with the guy... not like they could drag him all over with them.

But dumping him off somewhere didn't exactly seem that smart either.

And where the hell was Cas? In a new vessel, back in Heaven with nothing? Not that he thought Jimmy was going to be offering himself up as a vessel again anytime soon, but Dean couldn't help but worry.

Jimmy heads into the bathroom, to start stripping off his clothes and take his first shower in what feels like forever. He flips on the fluorescent lights, and flinches as he hears the hum. Pulls his arms tight around himself and shivers. Turns the big lights off, and opts to turn on the little ones framing the mirror. They don't make noise, and they're not as bright. So it's not as glaring when he sits down on the tub's edge to get himself back together.

The light's dim, but enough to see by, and it's a lot better than the fluorescent lights. Easier for him to get his head together, eventually.

While Jimmy freshens up, Dean settles at the computer and starts looking for... anything. He doesn't know what kind of trail he's looking for, but he's got to figure this out. Figure out what happened to Cas and figure out what to do with Jimmy in there.

It takes a while, but he does get done eventually; still a little shaky, still nervous, but clean and dry.

And swimming in Dean's clothes. The lost weight accentuates it, but that doesn't change the fact that Dean has four inches and thirty or so pounds on Jimmy under healthy circumstances.

"You... You said Sam... was.. was going out for food, right?"

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