SPN: Vessel Hunters 2
A/N: So Jimmy has become a lot like Misha Collins, in that he’s completely fucking insane. But living through everything he did, I think we can let Jimmy be a little nuttier than he was in ‘The Rapture’.
Warnings: Nightmares and a hyperactive Jimmy.
-VH-
There were grey wings in front of him. He reached out, gripping hard, causing Castiel to whimper in pain beneath him.
“Please, no more,” the little angel begged. “You’re hurting me.”
“I know,” he grinned, and continued to tear at the feathers.
-VH-
Nick awoke suddenly, panting. He lay still for several minutes, trying to ignore the sudden desire to see Jimmy, to make sure he was all right.
He heard movement then, and rose to follow the sound of his housemate retching into the toilet.
“Hey,” he called softly from the doorway. They’d learned early on that approaching each other straight after a nightmare wasn’t a good idea - Jimmy often had trouble distinguishing between Nick and Lucifer for the first couple of minutes.
“Hey,” Jimmy muttered once his stomach was under control. “Man, I hate those dreams.”
“I had one too,” Nick commented, a little surprised. “Did it… was it familiar for you? A memory?”
“Dunno,” Jimmy flushed the toilet and went to brush his teeth. “Mostly it was pain in my… in Castiel’s wings.”
A chill ran through Nick at that. If they were having shared dreams… nothing good could come of that.
“Anyway,” Jimmy continued, oblivious to Nick’s thoughts as he usually was. “Should we bother trying to sleep again, or should we just head out?”
“Head out, I think,” Nick turned to gather his things. “Doubt we’d get much more sleep tonight.”
Jimmy made a non-committal noise as his finished brushing the taste away, then packed up their toiletries.
Nick had gotten a decent price for the house and its contents, so they’d last a while before having to resort to the Winchesters’ methods of earning money. Their first stop would be Bobby’s, where they’d get advice on whether to get a new car and the hunter lifestyle in general.
Grabbing his bag, Jimmy slid down the bannister and grinned at the look Nick sent him.
“What?” He shrugged, shouldering the bag again. “It’s easier than walking.”
“You’re just easy,” Nick muttered, trying not to laugh at Jimmy’s mock-scandalised look.
-VH-
They took their time heading to Bobby’s junkyard, partly to get used to living on the road and partly to think of what they were going to say to the grizzled hunter when they got there.
Jimmy was all for showing up on the doorstep and employing what he called ‘the power of the puppy-dog eyes’ to make him take them in. Nick felt that a phone call beforehand might go down better, and after some consideration, Jimmy agreed. He still had Bobby’s number in his cell, but agreed to let Nick do the talking. His voice was less likely to give Bobby a heart attack, and he was less likely to say something offensive.
“Whaddaya want?” Bobby’s gruff voice came down the line, making Nick smile.
“Mr Singer, my name is Nick Irwin. We met a couple of months ago.”
“…After you got possessed by the devil himself?”
“That would be me,” Nick turned from where Jimmy was making grabbing motions at the phone. “Jimmy Novak’s with me, we’ve had a little trouble readjusting to human life.”
“Demons?”
“Yeah… Jimmy, stop that! Behave yourself. Sorry, he’s a little… excited at the moment. Look, we’re near Sioux Falls, is it okay if we stop by?”
“Sure,” Bobby sounded doubtful, but he gave permission anyway. “Jimmy remember where I am?”
“Apparently. But if we’re not there by nightfall, try calling Castiel’s cell - we’ve either been abducted, or Jimmy’s gotten us hopelessly lost.”
As they hung up, Bobby could hear Nick reprimanding Jimmy - “That’s the last time you’re having Red Bull!” - and he let out a chuckle.
“What was that?” Sam asked, curious. Not much made Bobby laugh.
“A conversation between two ex-vessels.” Bobby watched the look that passed between Sam and Dean at that. “Nick and Jimmy are on their way over.”
“Wait wait wait,” Dean held up a hand. “Nick as in the guy who used to be Lucifer’s meat suit?”
“That’s the bunny.”
“And Jimmy… Castiel’s Jimmy?”
“Apparently.”
“Did they say why?” Sam blinked, confused.
“Demon trouble. Sounds like they got out okay, but we’ll test ‘em when they get here anyway.”
-VH-
Sam opened the door, holy water at the ready, only to have Jimmy jump into his arms.
“Sammy!” The shorter man grinned, hugging him tight. He then spotted Dean and ran to him -passing harmlessly under the Devil’s Trap to do so. “Deany!”
“What the Hell?” Dean looked wide-eyed at his brother, who also looked stunned.
“I’ll say it again,” Nick grinned wryly as he stepped inside. “No more Red Bull. Ever.”
“Aw, Nick, don’t be mean!” Jimmy pouted.
“Jimmy,” Nick snagged the flask of holy water from Sam and drank from it before continuing. “You were singing rude songs in Enochian.” That drew sharp glances from the hunters in the room. “I nearly had to tie you to the seat to get you to stay still. No more Red Bull.”
“Fine,” Jimmy kicked at the floor, something made difficult by the fact that he was still clinging to Dean.
“Hey dude,” Dean patted him on the head, clearly uncomfortable. “You wanna… let go? Maybe?”
“Nope,” Jimmy was pouting at Nick again, who sighed and covered his eyes with one hand.
“Can we shove him in your panic room until he calms down? Please?”
“How ‘bout you explain what you’re doing here?” Bobby countered. Nick opened his mouth to do so, but was beaten by Jimmy.
“We’re gonna be hunters! Since we can’t stay in one place anyway thanks to demons wanting to use one or both of us to get Lucifer back, and we remember a whole heap of stuff from being possessed. Like this!” And he summoned Castiel’s blade, which made the hunters jump back.
Nick smirked at that, then summoned Lucifer’s as the hunters turned to him.
“I think that since Lucifer was in the process of leaving me, not everything was dragged down. He’s not in me anymore, but I can still do some of the things he could.”
“Such as?” Bobby wasn’t pleased with this news, but Nick figured that telling them now would be better than them finding out later.
“We remember Enochian,” Jimmy volunteered, then the two men banished their weapons again, which soothed the hunters a little. “And warding. The demon who came after us, we trapped in a Devil’s Trap and exorcised it.”
“We’re both getting better at other things,” Nick continued. “Moving through shadows only works for short distances - from one side of a room to another, for example. And we both remember pretty much everything that happened while we were meat suits.”
“It wasn’t fun,” Jimmy snuggled into Dean, who looked uncomfortable again.
“You’re… really touchy-feely, aren’t you?” He commented.
“Not usually,” Nick shrugged. “At least, not with many people. With me, yes… so maybe he’ll be affectionate towards the three of you as well. After all, he had more pleasant memories with you.”
“Dean took me to a brothel!” Came the delighted response, to which everyone other than Dean sighed.
“Of course he did,” Nick nodded. “Now, think you can sleep for a bit? Please?”
“No!” Jimmy glared. Before anyone could move, Nick got close enough to press two fingers to his forehead, causing the short man to slump in Dean’s grasp. “Not fair,” he whispered before falling asleep.
“What?” Nick took in the shocked looks of the others. “It was that or run him through. You haven’t been trapped in a car with him for the last two hours.”
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Warnings: Nightmares and a hyperactive Jimmy.
-VH-
There were grey wings in front of him. He reached out, gripping hard, causing Castiel to whimper in pain beneath him.
“Please, no more,” the little angel begged. “You’re hurting me.”
“I know,” he grinned, and continued to tear at the feathers.
-VH-
Nick awoke suddenly, panting. He lay still for several minutes, trying to ignore the sudden desire to see Jimmy, to make sure he was all right.
He heard movement then, and rose to follow the sound of his housemate retching into the toilet.
“Hey,” he called softly from the doorway. They’d learned early on that approaching each other straight after a nightmare wasn’t a good idea - Jimmy often had trouble distinguishing between Nick and Lucifer for the first couple of minutes.
“Hey,” Jimmy muttered once his stomach was under control. “Man, I hate those dreams.”
“I had one too,” Nick commented, a little surprised. “Did it… was it familiar for you? A memory?”
“Dunno,” Jimmy flushed the toilet and went to brush his teeth. “Mostly it was pain in my… in Castiel’s wings.”
A chill ran through Nick at that. If they were having shared dreams… nothing good could come of that.
“Anyway,” Jimmy continued, oblivious to Nick’s thoughts as he usually was. “Should we bother trying to sleep again, or should we just head out?”
“Head out, I think,” Nick turned to gather his things. “Doubt we’d get much more sleep tonight.”
Jimmy made a non-committal noise as his finished brushing the taste away, then packed up their toiletries.
Nick had gotten a decent price for the house and its contents, so they’d last a while before having to resort to the Winchesters’ methods of earning money. Their first stop would be Bobby’s, where they’d get advice on whether to get a new car and the hunter lifestyle in general.
Grabbing his bag, Jimmy slid down the bannister and grinned at the look Nick sent him.
“What?” He shrugged, shouldering the bag again. “It’s easier than walking.”
“You’re just easy,” Nick muttered, trying not to laugh at Jimmy’s mock-scandalised look.
-VH-
They took their time heading to Bobby’s junkyard, partly to get used to living on the road and partly to think of what they were going to say to the grizzled hunter when they got there.
Jimmy was all for showing up on the doorstep and employing what he called ‘the power of the puppy-dog eyes’ to make him take them in. Nick felt that a phone call beforehand might go down better, and after some consideration, Jimmy agreed. He still had Bobby’s number in his cell, but agreed to let Nick do the talking. His voice was less likely to give Bobby a heart attack, and he was less likely to say something offensive.
“Whaddaya want?” Bobby’s gruff voice came down the line, making Nick smile.
“Mr Singer, my name is Nick Irwin. We met a couple of months ago.”
“…After you got possessed by the devil himself?”
“That would be me,” Nick turned from where Jimmy was making grabbing motions at the phone. “Jimmy Novak’s with me, we’ve had a little trouble readjusting to human life.”
“Demons?”
“Yeah… Jimmy, stop that! Behave yourself. Sorry, he’s a little… excited at the moment. Look, we’re near Sioux Falls, is it okay if we stop by?”
“Sure,” Bobby sounded doubtful, but he gave permission anyway. “Jimmy remember where I am?”
“Apparently. But if we’re not there by nightfall, try calling Castiel’s cell - we’ve either been abducted, or Jimmy’s gotten us hopelessly lost.”
As they hung up, Bobby could hear Nick reprimanding Jimmy - “That’s the last time you’re having Red Bull!” - and he let out a chuckle.
“What was that?” Sam asked, curious. Not much made Bobby laugh.
“A conversation between two ex-vessels.” Bobby watched the look that passed between Sam and Dean at that. “Nick and Jimmy are on their way over.”
“Wait wait wait,” Dean held up a hand. “Nick as in the guy who used to be Lucifer’s meat suit?”
“That’s the bunny.”
“And Jimmy… Castiel’s Jimmy?”
“Apparently.”
“Did they say why?” Sam blinked, confused.
“Demon trouble. Sounds like they got out okay, but we’ll test ‘em when they get here anyway.”
-VH-
Sam opened the door, holy water at the ready, only to have Jimmy jump into his arms.
“Sammy!” The shorter man grinned, hugging him tight. He then spotted Dean and ran to him -passing harmlessly under the Devil’s Trap to do so. “Deany!”
“What the Hell?” Dean looked wide-eyed at his brother, who also looked stunned.
“I’ll say it again,” Nick grinned wryly as he stepped inside. “No more Red Bull. Ever.”
“Aw, Nick, don’t be mean!” Jimmy pouted.
“Jimmy,” Nick snagged the flask of holy water from Sam and drank from it before continuing. “You were singing rude songs in Enochian.” That drew sharp glances from the hunters in the room. “I nearly had to tie you to the seat to get you to stay still. No more Red Bull.”
“Fine,” Jimmy kicked at the floor, something made difficult by the fact that he was still clinging to Dean.
“Hey dude,” Dean patted him on the head, clearly uncomfortable. “You wanna… let go? Maybe?”
“Nope,” Jimmy was pouting at Nick again, who sighed and covered his eyes with one hand.
“Can we shove him in your panic room until he calms down? Please?”
“How ‘bout you explain what you’re doing here?” Bobby countered. Nick opened his mouth to do so, but was beaten by Jimmy.
“We’re gonna be hunters! Since we can’t stay in one place anyway thanks to demons wanting to use one or both of us to get Lucifer back, and we remember a whole heap of stuff from being possessed. Like this!” And he summoned Castiel’s blade, which made the hunters jump back.
Nick smirked at that, then summoned Lucifer’s as the hunters turned to him.
“I think that since Lucifer was in the process of leaving me, not everything was dragged down. He’s not in me anymore, but I can still do some of the things he could.”
“Such as?” Bobby wasn’t pleased with this news, but Nick figured that telling them now would be better than them finding out later.
“We remember Enochian,” Jimmy volunteered, then the two men banished their weapons again, which soothed the hunters a little. “And warding. The demon who came after us, we trapped in a Devil’s Trap and exorcised it.”
“We’re both getting better at other things,” Nick continued. “Moving through shadows only works for short distances - from one side of a room to another, for example. And we both remember pretty much everything that happened while we were meat suits.”
“It wasn’t fun,” Jimmy snuggled into Dean, who looked uncomfortable again.
“You’re… really touchy-feely, aren’t you?” He commented.
“Not usually,” Nick shrugged. “At least, not with many people. With me, yes… so maybe he’ll be affectionate towards the three of you as well. After all, he had more pleasant memories with you.”
“Dean took me to a brothel!” Came the delighted response, to which everyone other than Dean sighed.
“Of course he did,” Nick nodded. “Now, think you can sleep for a bit? Please?”
“No!” Jimmy glared. Before anyone could move, Nick got close enough to press two fingers to his forehead, causing the short man to slump in Dean’s grasp. “Not fair,” he whispered before falling asleep.
“What?” Nick took in the shocked looks of the others. “It was that or run him through. You haven’t been trapped in a car with him for the last two hours.”
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