"It felt pretty much amazing. Keep aiming for that," he told Dean, then wheeled his neck around to crack it a bit.
Granted, it was a weird feeling at first knowing that it was a bloke rubbing and kneeding at his back. But the more Dean managed to work out some of the knots, the less he cared who hands were doing the work.
Seamus nodded his head a bit then turned it to the side on his pillow so he could be heard. "I grew half a tail, and a snout, I think. I guess our forms are supposed to be similar to our Patronus forms. Mine is a fox, so I guess it'll be that. What type, I don't know." He was pretty sure that his snout was whiteish. He made a mental note that, when he was feeling better, to go to the library and look up different types of foxes.