[ clean ] sender helps bathe receiver (after getting badly injured???? perhaps??? maybe?????) for dean
@hervelle
it's a real junkie-adjacent move, this crash and spill into the truck stop shower. costs them a ten for the water, and another ten for the clerk to ignore what it looks like (cause even without all the blood, what else would it look like?), and the guy on duty keeps it professional, only stares at how dean's draped over her long enough to point to the stall key.
they're both soaked in it, between the gash on dean's forehead, and the residuals of some nasty blood magik ritual they got themselves caught in the middle of. pig or cow or virgin blood, whatever. dean doesn't keep a copy of witch's digest on hand, so he doesn't know what the fuck that horror show actually entailed -- just that ten minutes into the getaway ride, all the sigils still painted on their skin started itching and flaking and burning and the smell is so fucking awful. road kill bad. maybe it was pig.
jo looks better because she did better. she didn't fall for the bait in the same stupid way he did, and get cracked across the skull with something metal and sharp that's making him see a little double. they're not the blind leading the blind here, which is a good thing, and leaves him room to make bleary cracks about the way she manhandles him under the shower spray. he cuts it out once the clothes start peeling off ('cause that's tacky, even for him), and tugs at the hem of her shirt where mirror bruises and bang ups peek out. worse than he thought, but he's not doing much thinking to begin with. forget the witches; ellen's reaction strikes real fear.
"fuck, fuck, okay, wait." he has to call uncle, save himself, intercepts her hand and the rag she's brandishing like a weapon toward his face. the antiseptic stings like a motherfucker. "jesus. you .. gimme that." and he's too sloppy, but gentler, dragging it over the marks on her skin in a struggled focus. hard to tell what's his, hers, or the pig's the way it drains into sludge. "like that. see? don't gotta .. you don't gotta pummel me with it."
