Two Worlds VI

VIII

Jack...

I felt someone put their hand to my face lightly, and I smiled against the warmth. I went to hug Cas to me but woke up when my arms went through nothing. I was in her room and I remembered that Vincent had convinced us that we should go home, so we did. I laid back and breathed slightly heavily.

After getting into the kitchen, I poured myself some coffee and took a small drink. I tipped the cup back and chugged it. I breathed out heavily and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. I rubbed my eyes tiredly and walked into the other room. Vincent was on his computer and hadn't shaved.

"Nice shadow," I told him, sitting with my phone to help.

He looked at me, "Same to you," He looked back to his computer and I felt my face. I had it too.

I sighed deeply and went back to looking. I felt something hit my head and I felt a wet spot. I looked up and saw Guy on the ceiling, still asleep. I frowned slightly and moved seats.

"Has he been up there all night?" I asked.

"I don't know," He said, "Last I saw he was in his room." I nodded and kept looking through my phone, "I made sure your number was at the top of the list at the hospital." I looked at him slightly, "I think you're the one who should be called first if anything happens."

"Nothing bad is going to happen." I shook my head slightly.

"I never said something was." He sighed, and I just kept looking.

"We need to get Cas' car towed," I said, "I can go into town to get someone and I'll be back ASAP."

"You get on that, I'll keep working on this case." He said, and I nodded, getting up to get going.

Vincent...

After Jack left I pulled up the case. I got everything onto my phone and shut everything down.

"Guy!" I shouted, and Guy snorted, falling from the ceiling. He caught himself before hitting the floor and I shook my head slightly, "Come on, we have things to get done."

"Where are we going?" He got to his feet and rubbed his back.

"We're wiring Cas's room." I told him, grabbing my keys.

"We're doing what?" He looked at me. I just pat his back as I went to the stairs.

Jack...

After I had paid to get the Dart out of the lot, I stood back and looked at the mess it was. The hood was still bashed in pretty good, and the windows were all taped over with duct tape. I held a hand on my hip and rubbed the back of my head.

I can hear her now, "What the hell happened to my baby!?"

I smirked slightly.

God I'd give anything to hear her yelling about things that happened by accident.

"A shame ain't it?" The lot guy said, stepping by me, "You said you're friends with the lady who crashed it?" I nodded and put my other hand on my hip, "She okay?"

"She's in a coma." I breathed slightly heavily.

"I'm sorry," He said, "The engine is out for now, and the hood is bashed in pretty good, you want us to fix that for a fee?"

"No," I shook my head slightly, "She wouldn't like me doing that."

He nodded, "Alright, have a good day."

"You too," I looked back slightly as he left.

"Jack Jericho?" I heard someone say, and I looked around slightly.