[ another fit of coughs hits jack, playing the background noise for sam and castiel's conversation, and when he straightens up, it's only after having to gasp for air, voice weak when he tries to use it. ]
Will that work?
[ rasped and hoarse, but he's looking over the edge of the couch towards sam, features pale and sickly and worried. injuries transferring? no, neither of this can take this off him, it'll kill sam, and castiel's only a seraph-
but cas's fingertips are already at his temples and jack doesn't have it in him to argue, barely managing to make his lungs operate well enough to breathe. he's trusted them with everything this far, he'll trust them with this too. ]
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Will that work?
[ rasped and hoarse, but he's looking over the edge of the couch towards sam, features pale and sickly and worried. injuries transferring? no, neither of this can take this off him, it'll kill sam, and castiel's only a seraph-
but cas's fingertips are already at his temples and jack doesn't have it in him to argue, barely managing to make his lungs operate well enough to breathe. he's trusted them with everything this far, he'll trust them with this too. ]