There is no point in trying to explain it to Dean right now… not when he’s obviously been knocked around a few times too many, angels are mad as hell, and Sam’s y’know… Dying.
The first door she opens leads to is a person on full-out life support, pretty much oblivious to the situation in the hallway. Unless Sam turned into a portly man of roughly 55 since she last saw him? Not so much. The second try gets her just where she needs to go. That noise? No, that’s not the ventilator. That would be Jessica’s heart breaking paired with a gasp.
“Oh, no…”
It takes Jess several beats to pull herself away from trying to fathom how and why Sam was in his current state and bring herself back around to do as Gabriel had asked of her: Draw over Dean’s work. Or realistically speaking, destroy the sigils. Amazing what a swipe of an extra sheet can do.
When she’s mostly satisfied with her hurried handiwork, she opens the heavy ICU door. “C’mon,” she whispers. “Should work.”
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Date: 2015-06-19 02:11 am (UTC)The first door she opens leads to is a person on full-out life support, pretty much oblivious to the situation in the hallway. Unless Sam turned into a portly man of roughly 55 since she last saw him? Not so much. The second try gets her just where she needs to go. That noise? No, that’s not the ventilator. That would be Jessica’s heart breaking paired with a gasp.
“Oh, no…”
It takes Jess several beats to pull herself away from trying to fathom how and why Sam was in his current state and bring herself back around to do as Gabriel had asked of her: Draw over Dean’s work. Or realistically speaking, destroy the sigils. Amazing what a swipe of an extra sheet can do.
When she’s mostly satisfied with her hurried handiwork, she opens the heavy ICU door. “C’mon,” she whispers. “Should work.”