A/N: Thanks for giving this a read. Question: how much sad do you guys want with Jimmy?
About an hour after Sam and Gabriel had set off to find a vet, Jimmy seemed greatly improved. He looked more relaxed, ears and lip drooping slightly, and his breathing was steady and calm. In the meantime, Castiel had procured two folding chairs, with P.F. stitched neatly into their backs, and the two boys were playing cards, using a tack trunk as a table.
"You're bleeding," Dean said, not unkindly. Castiel kept getting distracted with trying to remember the rules to the card game Dean had taught him, letting his cards slip slightly so Dean could get a look at them.
Castiel put down his cards, jumped to his feet, and held up his arms, turning them to look for the blood.
"No, no," Dean laughed, tugging Castiel back down into his chair. "I mean, I can see your cards. You need to hold them up more."
"Oh," Castiel smiled. "This card game seems abnormally hard."
"It is. Sam and I have been on the road so much -you know how it gets, sometimes you're busy night and day, and sometimes you're bored out of your mind- that we've played every other card game to death. So we invented our own, which is the best parts of all the others."
"I must concede defeat," Castiel groaned, as Dean put down a King of Hearts. "The score is 20 to 3 in your favor, and I think my beginner's luck ran out many hands ago."
"Actually, I get two points for this hand, with the double run of suits an-"
"Dean!" Castiel complained, flinging his cards on the trunk.
Dean only looked at him sheepishly, grabbing up all the cards, shuffling them expertly, and, after rubber-banding them together, tossing the pack back in the trunk.
"You have to admit it passes the time," Dean said.
"It is also ridiculously stressful. My hand still stings from all the slapping."
"War is a stupid card game, but Egyptian Ratscrew is awesome."
"Sure, Dean," Castiel snarked. Remembering suddenly why they were there, he looked over at Jimmy, but the horse was still dozing peacefully where he was tied. "Jimmy looks much improved already."
"He does," Dean agreed, getting up from his chair and stretching. His phone buzzed in his pocket, so he fished it out and flicked it open. His eyes scanned the screen quickly, and he typed something in, before replacing the phone in his jeans. "So, that was Sam. The vet will be out in another hour. Apparently he's helping out, and Gabriel's with him, providing 'moral support.' Anyways, I texted Bobby so he knows what's going on. Do you want me to go pick up some food?"
"That would be great. I did not realize how hungry I was until now." Castiel got up and went to his tack trunk, in which he began to dig around.
"Alright, what do you want?"
"Surprise me," Castiel said, fishing out some bills and handing them to Dean.
While Dean was gone, Castiel took the opportunity to call Chuck, who asked if he needed to come in, and when Castiel told him there was no need, told him to call after the vet had come by. He also texted Gabriel to tell him Jimmy was looking better. He was surprised when his phone buzzed seconds later with a reply.
Gabriel: So, you making out yet?
Castiel rolled his eyes.
Castiel: Of course not. We played cards and listened to Led Zeppelin. He's getting food.
Gabriel: Oooh, that's hot. Is he getting me anything?
Castiel: I don't think so?
Gabriel: Alright, I'm going to borrow Sam's phone and ask for something. Make sure you keep it warm for me.
Gabriel: Done. BTW, I think I have a doctor fetish. A really bad one.
Castiel: I fail to see how this is relevant.
Gabriel: Samsquatch could be the veterinary equivalent of Dr. Sexy. It should be criminal to pull off the "sweaty and covered with animal blood" look that well.
Castiel: Animal blood? What exactly is he doing?
Gabriel: There's that spreading disease thing going down in the hog hall, so all hands on deck down there. But a cow got some sort of gash, and Sam's helping the only spare vet fix it up so he can come down and look at Jimbo sooner. And God is it hot.
Castiel: ...Really, Gabriel?
Gabriel: Would I lie to you, Cassy?
Castiel: Dean is back with our food. I will see you when you and Sam are finished.
Gabriel: GIVE HIM A KISS FOR ME! xxx
Gabriel: Wait, is it x for kisses, or are they o's?
Gabriel: Cassy? Did you read that?
"Didn't know what you wanted, so I got a bunch of stuff," Dean said, putting down several bags worth of food. Jimmy perked up slightly at the sound, flicking his ears in Dean's direction, but realizing there was nothing for him, nodded off again. "I figure Gabriel can finish whatever we don't eat."
"Did he actually steal Sam's phone?"
"Unless Sam decided to send -and I quote- 'Bring me something, Dean-o, and don't let it get cold. You don't know what I'm capable of. Ask Castiel, he knows.' And then a couple seconds ago. 'Tell him to read his texts XXX!'"
Castiel flushed red and apologized profusely for his brother's behavior. "I appreciate all the trouble you've gone through to procure this," he said, not entirely without seriousness.
"No problem. Dig in."
They ate in silence, until Dean put on another Zeppelin CD. Dean was about to say something about the song; however, Gabriel chose that moment to walk in.
"Interrupting anything? No? ...Dammit, Castiel, do you ever read my texts?"
Dean shot Castiel a confused look. "You don't want to know," Castiel whispered, quickly grabbing his phone and deleting the last several texts.
"You'd better have saved me something," Gabriel said. "Bleeding cows make a guy hungry. Anyways, Sambo will be here with the vet in a few minutes."
Gabriel grabbed the food Dean offered him and sat on the tack trunk between Dean and Castiel. "Did you miss me?"