Fuzzily aware that Crowley had nodded off, John realized he was about to do the same and he should really get his arse up and vacate the premises. His limbs didn't want to cooperate, though; the mattress was comfortable, and so was Crowley's warm presence next to him. The solitude of his own room promised very little in the way of rest, and he suspected it was no accident that Crowley had wound up curled so close to him before he'd gone to sleep, either. (Close, but not quite touching. The demon knew him pretty well, all right.)
The hand that held his soul-gem was resting on his chest, and he fingered the bauble absently. Its smooth surface had warmed in his grasp, and it had that soothingly familiar feel of a precious thing long since given up for lost and then unexpectedly found again.
Not found, though. Returned. And at no small cost. Half-formed nightmare images of friends lost to his own pride or fear or stupidity flitted across John's fading consciousness, driven back by a muttered curse and a wordless vow that it would be different this time--that Hell wasn't going to take this one no matter what claim they thought they had.
He fell asleep with his arm draped protectively around Crowley's shoulders, only distantly aware of the fact. Fuck how it looked, anyway. Sometimes it just wasn't worth worrying what anybody else thought.
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Date: 2006-02-06 09:43 am (UTC)The hand that held his soul-gem was resting on his chest, and he fingered the bauble absently. Its smooth surface had warmed in his grasp, and it had that soothingly familiar feel of a precious thing long since given up for lost and then unexpectedly found again.
Not found, though. Returned. And at no small cost. Half-formed nightmare images of friends lost to his own pride or fear or stupidity flitted across John's fading consciousness, driven back by a muttered curse and a wordless vow that it would be different this time--that Hell wasn't going to take this one no matter what claim they thought they had.
He fell asleep with his arm draped protectively around Crowley's shoulders, only distantly aware of the fact. Fuck how it looked, anyway. Sometimes it just wasn't worth worrying what anybody else thought.