Right. I can't wait to get a pirate hook for a hand.
[He starts toward the back of the place, and if Dean looks, he'll see the flash of a fond smile before Sam's gone. It doesn't take him long to get right to work; he's a pretty good worker, probably because he can do it without eating or resting for a long time compared to usual. You can thank being possessed by an archangel for that. Wouldn't want his vessel to collapse and die, you know.
He gets so lost in the work that he spaces out, and soon enough he's got enough wood stacked up to build a very fancy doghouse; it's hard not to lose himself in time, most days; it's this whole... being in charge of yourself thing. Fighting to stay in charge. Whatever.
He snaps out of it long enough to start the tedious task of sawing down wood into cleaner, thinner strips while the sun begins to set in the distance. It's kinda beautiful. Makes you forget Deerington's a nightmare more than a dream, most days.]
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[He starts toward the back of the place, and if Dean looks, he'll see the flash of a fond smile before Sam's gone. It doesn't take him long to get right to work; he's a pretty good worker, probably because he can do it without eating or resting for a long time compared to usual. You can thank being possessed by an archangel for that. Wouldn't want his vessel to collapse and die, you know.
He gets so lost in the work that he spaces out, and soon enough he's got enough wood stacked up to build a very fancy doghouse; it's hard not to lose himself in time, most days; it's this whole... being in charge of yourself thing. Fighting to stay in charge. Whatever.
He snaps out of it long enough to start the tedious task of sawing down wood into cleaner, thinner strips while the sun begins to set in the distance. It's kinda beautiful. Makes you forget Deerington's a nightmare more than a dream, most days.]