[ Neither of them know a goddamn thing, because God's 'chosen' is sitting in filthy jeans and a jail cell. ]
I'll cooperate with them if you can help me get out. [ Is that win/win? He's not sure, probably not. It's no secret Dean wants to be here, but at this point, after days and days locked in solitude, his only company someone throwing food at him for fear he'll attack...
He's ready to comply at least on some level. ]
Toes? I no longer have toes. They're gone, left to rot. [ He peers at his foot, because he's trying to joke and laugh but yeah his leg hurts, it's probably not pretty, and Castiel was right - Dean probably wouldn't have let anyone in, anyway. ]
no subject
I'll cooperate with them if you can help me get out. [ Is that win/win? He's not sure, probably not. It's no secret Dean wants to be here, but at this point, after days and days locked in solitude, his only company someone throwing food at him for fear he'll attack...
He's ready to comply at least on some level. ]
Toes? I no longer have toes. They're gone, left to rot. [ He peers at his foot, because he's trying to joke and laugh but yeah his leg hurts, it's probably not pretty, and Castiel was right - Dean probably wouldn't have let anyone in, anyway. ]