[She's as rigid as a board for a moment or two before she finally relaxes into it, wrapping her arms around his chest and holding the fabric on the back of his jacket.]
Good to...be in one.
[Because she is, in the literal sense. Physically, she's okay, even if she hurts. God does she hurt. But the pain is numbing, and it's only about as half as what she felt when Cas- no. She can't let herself think about it more than she already has. Instead, she pulls away from him, probably jerks a bit, before reaching down and grabbing a backpack she'd packed with the few things she owned. Plus the clothes of Dean's that Mary had given her a while back. Better late than never to return them, right?]
We should go. [She reaches behind her to grab the door, closing it with a snap, keeping her eyes down and hoping Dean doesn't ask her to explain what happened. Why she's so jumpy.]
action;
Good to...be in one.
[Because she is, in the literal sense. Physically, she's okay, even if she hurts. God does she hurt. But the pain is numbing, and it's only about as half as what she felt when Cas- no. She can't let herself think about it more than she already has. Instead, she pulls away from him, probably jerks a bit, before reaching down and grabbing a backpack she'd packed with the few things she owned. Plus the clothes of Dean's that Mary had given her a while back. Better late than never to return them, right?]
We should go. [She reaches behind her to grab the door, closing it with a snap, keeping her eyes down and hoping Dean doesn't ask her to explain what happened. Why she's so jumpy.]