Yeah. Except you're Cas and Sam's got Lucifer riding shotgun.
[ Which is a real reductive way to say that Cas is a whole other thing in comparison to Lucifer. He wouldn't believe for a single second that Cas would let Jimmy see any of the things he'd done in the line of duty, or whatever; not while he was steering. Lucifer on the other hand? Showed Sam everything that would hurt him the most.
The healing attempts - all of them - are somehow patiently waited out, but eventually he wipes his hands on the backs of his jeans because he just couldn't care less if he is bleeding. His heart is slowing from jackrabbit to something more normal, and though he can still feel the vestigial, lingering tendrils of adrenaline spiked with fear, he does his best to push on through it.
It's not the first time Cas has gotten pissed at him to the point of grabbing him, but it's the first time he didn't say anything trying to provoke that kind of response.
His gaze shifts and he's not looking at Cas anymore. It's a good question. Why didn't he tell Cas? He's heard from enough people here now to know that Lucifer? He's been having a freaking field day. His jaw tenses, loosens only so that he can lick his lips uncomfortably. ]
I thought I could handle it. I failed Sam, Cas. Real bad. I thought I could... I don't know, man.
[ Frowning seems like all he's been doing lately, but he hasn't had much reason to do much otherwise. ]
All those years I spent gearing up for a showdown with Lucifer. And I'm so far out of my freaking depth it's pathetic. I can't even get him outta Sam.
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[ Which is a real reductive way to say that Cas is a whole other thing in comparison to Lucifer. He wouldn't believe for a single second that Cas would let Jimmy see any of the things he'd done in the line of duty, or whatever; not while he was steering. Lucifer on the other hand? Showed Sam everything that would hurt him the most.
The healing attempts - all of them - are somehow patiently waited out, but eventually he wipes his hands on the backs of his jeans because he just couldn't care less if he is bleeding. His heart is slowing from jackrabbit to something more normal, and though he can still feel the vestigial, lingering tendrils of adrenaline spiked with fear, he does his best to push on through it.
It's not the first time Cas has gotten pissed at him to the point of grabbing him, but it's the first time he didn't say anything trying to provoke that kind of response.
His gaze shifts and he's not looking at Cas anymore. It's a good question. Why didn't he tell Cas? He's heard from enough people here now to know that Lucifer? He's been having a freaking field day. His jaw tenses, loosens only so that he can lick his lips uncomfortably. ]
I thought I could handle it. I failed Sam, Cas. Real bad. I thought I could... I don't know, man.
[ Frowning seems like all he's been doing lately, but he hasn't had much reason to do much otherwise. ]
All those years I spent gearing up for a showdown with Lucifer. And I'm so far out of my freaking depth it's pathetic. I can't even get him outta Sam.