( lord, he's had so much to drink and yet he could really go for another right about now. how can one still not be drunk enough to deal with this kind of information after drinking practically all day.
he scrubs a hand over his face. )
Yeah, tell me about it.
( it's been two weeks in this hell hole with every instinct on high alert, and yet everyone telling him the spirits are his friends and maybe he shouldn't stab everyone he meets. sticking a hunter in a forest full of monsters and telling him not to hunt is a lot like dumping a fish in the ocean and telling it not to swim. and with michael? he's barely been sleeping, too paranoid michael might get out if he closes his eyes too long. because if michael were to escape? this place would be well and truly fucked. )
I'm gonna — lie down now. If you don't mind.
( he's exhausted, the alcohol swimming in his veins making him drowsy. he's been holding onto consciousness for well longer than is healthy, and now his body is finally fighting back. he pats cas' arm on his way toward the bed. )
no subject
he scrubs a hand over his face. )
Yeah, tell me about it.
( it's been two weeks in this hell hole with every instinct on high alert, and yet everyone telling him the spirits are his friends and maybe he shouldn't stab everyone he meets. sticking a hunter in a forest full of monsters and telling him not to hunt is a lot like dumping a fish in the ocean and telling it not to swim. and with michael? he's barely been sleeping, too paranoid michael might get out if he closes his eyes too long. because if michael were to escape? this place would be well and truly fucked. )
I'm gonna — lie down now. If you don't mind.
( he's exhausted, the alcohol swimming in his veins making him drowsy. he's been holding onto consciousness for well longer than is healthy, and now his body is finally fighting back. he pats cas' arm on his way toward the bed. )
Glad you're here, Cas.
( because he never said it before. )