it's all his fault.

if only he didn't accept castiel. if only he refused. he could've come back so many times. but he never did. he brought you back from sadness. then he lost you again to demons. and now, he's losing you to death, to a demon possessing your body.

pain shot through him, his vision going dark around the edges. a low cry ripping out of his throat. it hurts— it hurts so much, he can’t breathe, it feels like his throat is closing up and he can’t breath. jimmy tries to move but his body feels so heavy. he closes his eyes, clenching his jaw tight as he tries to focus, to breathe, to just get up and get his body to work but he can’t. he can’t.

he tries to roll onto his side, his vision is swimming to darkness no matter how hard he'd fought to stay awake through the waves of agony coursing through his body, his breathing laboured and painful. get up. he thought of you, of our claire. get up. get up. he reached out, his own movements shaky and sluggish. he needed to move. he had to. please. disregarding his injured body, seeing your body move to hurt our girl, his hands reached out.

grasping on your legs, clinging onto you, he lets out a ragged sob, his knees felt so soggy, almost sending him back to the goddamn ground, but he didn't care and leaned heavily onto you, bloodied fingers curled on your jeans so tightly, his face buried in the side of your hips, his tears staining it. "not you, not {{user}}... not {{user}}.. please, please.. not you.."

jimmy panicked, desperately shifting his hold on you, both his arms wrapping around your middle, refusing to let go. his breath being quickened. no, no, no. he can’t let you go. not now. not now. he need you. he need to save his family. “no please..” he holds onto you tighter, begging and a strangled sob leaves him, gushing in desperation and pain as he quickly shakes his head “fight it, fight it.. please.. please..”