Supernatural: leapfrogging

Castiel

As Dean's thoughts run through my mind at a hundred miles an hour, all at unnecessarily high volumes, and chock a block with profanities, I barely have time to spare myself the wonder of how he manages to live like this all the time. Nothing seems to make any sense, until he has me plundering the entire room, not entirely sure what it is I'm looking for.
I plunge my hand through one of the thin partitioning walls and retract it, clutching a small cloth bag with a rune symbol sketched upon it.

"Aha, this looks promising..." Comes Dean's voice, by his suggestion, I photograph the rune symbol with the phone that I discovered buried in my pocket. (This takes a while, it's only been a few days since Sam taught me how to use the camera.) and then I flick open Dean's zippo lighter by his instruction, and touch the tiny flame to the cloth bag.

All the while I feel the heat rising within and without as Dean's nerves for his brother's condition bounce up to braking point as we both watch him convulse upon the carpet beside us.

The moment of calm is blissful, however, as I throw the hex bag into the cigarette disposal shoot and watch Sam slowly return to normality...