He laughs, wheezy and almost condescending. "'Course that's your plan. That sounds like a Karrin Murphy plan." The laughter breaks off into a sigh and his voice goes a lot quieter. "I've got one left in me. Maybe two if I push it. After that, I ain't goin' anywhere for awhile. Not when I'm like this, anyway."
Cut off, injured, weak, still reeling from the last fight he had... Yeah, he needs to give himself time before he kills himself.
He stares at her for a moment, wondering why in the hell some stupid mortal woman had to go and get in his head like that. Like he's ever gave that much of a damn about anything that wasn't the stupid family he abandoned.
Maybe three months of finally buckling down and taking the damn Winchesters' side made him soft. Oh, sentimentality- it don't look good on him at all.
"You got one shot, sister. If you get killed, I'm going to be sooo pissed off at you," he finally says, shaking his head a bit.
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Date: 2010-01-14 08:43 am (UTC)Cut off, injured, weak, still reeling from the last fight he had... Yeah, he needs to give himself time before he kills himself.
He stares at her for a moment, wondering why in the hell some stupid mortal woman had to go and get in his head like that. Like he's ever gave that much of a damn about anything that wasn't the stupid family he abandoned.
Maybe three months of finally buckling down and taking the damn Winchesters' side made him soft. Oh, sentimentality- it don't look good on him at all.
"You got one shot, sister. If you get killed, I'm going to be sooo pissed off at you," he finally says, shaking his head a bit.