[The room is small and cozy-looking, except for the large cross on the wall and the icons of Jesus and Mary overlooking the mirror. Really, it looks like it should belong to someone's aunt -- and it did, at one point. Simon hasn't really made much in the way of changes since he moved in. Similarly, the bed is soft and warm and welcoming. Much better, he'd thought, than a cot in the infirmary, which he wouldn't have trusted anyway.
He's sitting by the bed when she wakes up, reading quietly until he hears her gasp. His skin is gray, his eyes white, but his expression is kind. He stands and leans over her, looking her over with concern.]
Hey. You're back. You okay?
[He hears the question; he just chooses to ignore it. Dean can rot in Hell, for all he cares at this particular moment.]
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He's sitting by the bed when she wakes up, reading quietly until he hears her gasp. His skin is gray, his eyes white, but his expression is kind. He stands and leans over her, looking her over with concern.]
Hey. You're back. You okay?
[He hears the question; he just chooses to ignore it. Dean can rot in Hell, for all he cares at this particular moment.]