[ dean's heavy footfalls are hard to miss and the warning of his approach gives jack at least enough time to quickly scrub at his face and drops his feet back down to the car floor. jack doesn't look to dean immediately when he makes it back into the car, when he's cranking it up and putting it in drive either. he's eyes glance up long enough to see the mask of anger on his features when he speaks, but that's more than enough to convince jack that looking away was the better choice. ]
The Occultum. [ he starts with a quiet murmur, pausing to clear his throat from the hoarse, rasp it became while he was crying. jack swallows and continues. ] It took me to the Garden. I got it back there.
[ and that's all that he remembers, before this place. sobbing in the grass inside paradise.
eyes trained on his sneakers, he doesn't plan to look anywhere else until the car stops again (assuming they're going to start going again eventually), but he catches a flash of red out of the corner of his vision, blinking back towards dean, or, well, his arm as alarm rises to the forefront of his mind. ]
Dean, you're bleeding.
[ the kid's already reaching for the taco-whatever bags to rummage for the napkins, pulling out a handful and holding it out to him.
jack tries his best not to think about why he's bleeding. ]
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The Occultum. [ he starts with a quiet murmur, pausing to clear his throat from the hoarse, rasp it became while he was crying. jack swallows and continues. ] It took me to the Garden. I got it back there.
[ and that's all that he remembers, before this place. sobbing in the grass inside paradise.
eyes trained on his sneakers, he doesn't plan to look anywhere else until the car stops again (assuming they're going to start going again eventually), but he catches a flash of red out of the corner of his vision, blinking back towards dean, or, well, his arm as alarm rises to the forefront of his mind. ]
Dean, you're bleeding.
[ the kid's already reaching for the taco-whatever bags to rummage for the napkins, pulling out a handful and holding it out to him.
jack tries his best not to think about why he's bleeding. ]