He looks very pleased with himself, and would honestly be content with marveling at this place for a lot longer. But... well. Sam Winchester is starting to stir, and good ol 'Nick' can already feel himself getting sucked back toward that prison of a body.
With a huff, he looks to her.
"Whelp, I suppose I have to return to the ol' jail cell. One of the woes of not having any bodily autonomy at the moment... Would you prefer me take you somewhere particular, before I flitter off?"
Usually, he'd just dump a human somewhere particularly grisly.
... But he's trying not to immediately burn bridges.
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He looks very pleased with himself, and would honestly be content with marveling at this place for a lot longer. But... well. Sam Winchester is starting to stir, and good ol 'Nick' can already feel himself getting sucked back toward that prison of a body.
With a huff, he looks to her.
"Whelp, I suppose I have to return to the ol' jail cell. One of the woes of not having any bodily autonomy at the moment... Would you prefer me take you somewhere particular, before I flitter off?"
Usually, he'd just dump a human somewhere particularly grisly.
... But he's trying not to immediately burn bridges.
(Yet.)