It happened so suddenly, the hot flash of pain flooded through his back and up to his throat. It wasn’t just a quick, over and done pain. No, this was something that wasn’t to be expected. He tried to keep standing, but the pain was unbearable. “D-Dean…” that was all that escaped his lips before collapsing to his knees onto the floor. It was the best time, they were surrounded. Croatoan. Dean wasn’t that far away, but still too far to help. Eyes wide he looked around as the smell of burning started to fill his nostrils, but there was nothing. Nothing was to be seen. Then it dawned on him. Something was happening to him, to his wings. Feathers, burning. Flesh burning. The heat, the pain. It was all too much. He screamed, and the only thing he could think of, was to run. To escape his vessel. Leave Jimmy, stop the torture within himself. He started to glow, tried to run. He noticed Dean looking at him worried, that confused but protective look on his face. Then it changed. It looked a little scared. He looked away and tried to leave again. His true form was faint, but it was on fire. The Croatoan closest started to burn, flesh burning away. Screams. That’s all he could hear. But not just theirs. His own scream was much stronger, and everything around them started to burn also. He glanced at Dean again, glowing and stopped trying to run. His true form faded again, his beautiful wings were once again hidden, but they were no longer beautiful. But skeletal, and on fire. Tears filled his blue eyes, he couldn’t hold it in anymore. He was falling. That’s all he could think. He was falling, and he was going to end. Then the crunching and snapping happened. Doubled over in pain he called out for Dean again, as he felt his wings snapping, being ripped from his back. He could taste the iron in the back of his mouth coming up. His back was getting wet, warm with his own blood. But no one could see that. But he felt his true form slowly become covered with his own blood. Then it stopped. He was heavy. Shaking, and still in pain he looked up. His eyes red and bloodshot, and the smell of scorched flesh around him. It wasn’t going to stop. The pain still came, but he was no longer an angel. His wings were gone. He heard Dean’s voice faintly in the back of his mind, strong arms helping him to stand. Take him away from the scorched mess around them. He looked up at him, looked to Dean with his blue eyes, no longer bright and only filled with pain. “Make it stop..”
