Aruraliel (blackeyedangel) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2014-04-20 20:33:00 |
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As soon as he was back in his original vessel, he laid on his bed for a moment staring at the ceiling. What had he done? Not only had he hurt that young woman and her friends, but he'd also voluntarily hurt Hope. The one person in this place that could reasonably understand what he was going through. The one person that might actually be able to handle him if things got out of control. And he'd ruined everything. All because he let the demon win just once. He got up and went to the closet, digging around in the bottom until he found the can of spray paint that was in amongst his things. He set it on the nightstand and pushed his bed up against the far wall. It was the only way to keep anyone safe. He then proceeded to prepare a devil's trap on the floor. He had to protect everyone from himself. As soon as it was done, he used what little magic he knew how to use and pushed the bed back over the trap. He took the time to make sure that his phone and laptop were within reach. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, then poofed onto the bed. It was the only way. He grabbed his laptop and opened it up, sending the necessary emails. As he sat there, he kept looking at the door, wondering when Dean was going to come and send him to hell. It was certainly what he deserved. |