Dogging Jim’s steps without even bothering to try and hide the sound of his footsteps, Sebastian followed him across the street recklessly. To be fair, his head wasn’t exactly the clearest it had ever been at the moment. Tamping down the roiling emotions, Sebastian waited as patiently as he could until they were well enough alone and reached out to grab Jim’s shoulder and whirl him around.
He’d been meaning to punch him. He had. But when Sebastian saw Jim’s face, he froze, hand still clenched in Jim’s jacket and he stared, unblinking.
He felt Sebastian’s hand begin to shake around his jacket. He swept his eyes over the sniper, face impassive as he took in the dark purple bags and thinned cheeks. Jim cocked his head to the side and removed Sebastian’s hand from his jacket, dropping the sniper’s hand and letting it flop to his side. “Hello Sebastian.” Jim leaned against a building, crossing his arms and allowing his gaze to thoroughly examine his right hand man. He made a small noise and shook his head, his expression morphing to one of ‘concern’. “You don’t look well, darling.”
“Yeah, fuck you.” Sebastian’s reply is immediate, without thought, the words just dropping out before he can hold them back or think of a better comeback. But he allows his hand to be removed because Jim can do what he wants… even if Sebastian is angry. Although, truth be told, he’s not sure what he’s feeling, all the emotions are so mixed up. Should he be relived? Angry? Happy? It’s a mix of all three, at the moment and he narrows his eyes and takes a step back from Jim. “—-How?” There’s no question of the validity. If anyone could come back from the honest-to-god variety of dead, it was Jim. The real thing Sebastian wanted to know was if there was any danger attached to it he should be worrying about.
Jim shrugged a shoulder, a hand sweeping over the creases in his suit jacket. “Oh you know, I conned a deal out of a half-witted demon and was able to come back here.” He waved a hand nonchalantly, looking at the city-scape impassively. “Sherly never came to shake my hand while I was in Hell.” A pout crossed his face while his eye colour flitted from the normal dark brown to pitch black before returning to normal. “I suspected he managed to weasel out of our little deal.”
Jim pushed off of the wall, clasping a hand around Sebastian’s arm and tugged, walking quickly and speaking flippantly. “How have you been managing things?”
“Demon?” Sebastian frowned, fingers tightening into an unconscious fist. “No strings left, right?” It’s not even the demon part and the implications that carries— what matters is that his boss is alive again, and Sebastian needs to keep him safe again.
A cross between confusion and amusement reigns on his face when Jim mentions ‘Sherly’. Sebastian would very much like to shoot the man in the face- which seemed possible now that Jim was talking about how the man might have avoided the deal entirely(and Sebastian would love to get revenge for that.) “Kept things in order.” He drawls slowly, falling into step beside Jim easily, as if it hasn’t been ages and forever since they’ve been side-by-side. It feels right. His life is— not good, but… perfect again. How it should be. “I’ve been considered the new boss.”
Jim scoffs, looking at the sniper from the corner of his eye. “We’ll have to deal with that.” He sneered at the city scape, not really missing the filth of the place, but rather the entertainment. Humans were much more interesting than demons; Hell was basically the British government, except there were more assholes to answer to.
“I’ve only been holding it for you.” Sebastian says, tone level but the intent strangely fond. The words don’t make sense- Sherlock may have avoided death, but Jim had been well and truly dead. He supposed he’d always refused to believe it, somehow- so he’d kept certain… fail-safes and plans in place, for Jim. Sometimes a lackey tried to get rid of them— so Sebastian would get rid of the lackey. Everyone was replaceable. ”You’re the boss.”
A large smirk takes over Jim’s mouth; Sebastian was loyal to the core, something that was truly admirable in the business of crime. “Of course I am, dear.” Loyalty, in Jim’s opinion, was just a euphemism for idiocy. He thinks about John and a small frown of displeasure tilts the corners of his mouth downwards. The man was truly stupid.
“Have you been watching over Johnny-boy?”
Staying silent, Sebastian nods curtly, crossing his arms together as they walk and slowing his steps to match Jims pace. “‘course.” Nothing more to say, he falls quiet again. It’s stupid, really, Sebastian knows there’s nothing for him here. Hell, he had the opportunity to get out when Jim was dead. But he hadn’t. And, frankly, he didn’t regret it one bit. “Not lately.” He adds on, grudgingly. But his lackeys have been— information can be easily obtained.
GO AWAY CASTIEL
“How are my funds? I hope you haven’t been gambling them all away.” Jim raises an eyebrow in question. Though not really lacking in the finance department, he knew how easily Sebastian was able to burn through money.
It was good getting out and stretching his legs; it had been three long years since he had breathed air that wasn’t perfumed with sulfur and agony. Earth had a much more…polluted taste with agony dashed in.
Jim’s mind didn’t shut up; he wondered over and over how Sherlock managed to escape their deal, and apparently Sebastian didn’t know anything about the annoying twat. He hoped that John was suffering, that would at least be the silver lining to a dingy cloud.
GO AWAY AGAIN CASTIEL
Wrinkling his nose, Sebastian side-eyed Jim. Gambling. Hadn’t done that in awhile. Too busy managing all the little ants and ordering them to march. “Money’s fine.” He replied curtly.
Letting himself fall into thought, Sebastian paid less heed to where they walked. Jim would lead them where they needed to be- and no one was aware of Jim’s return yet, so there was a slim to none chance someone would be trying to snipe them from some roof-top. Curiosity, though, was a dangerous thing, and Sebastian was certainly curious about Jim’s time in hell. He wouldn’t be half surprised if he was walking next to the new devil.
YOU DON’T HAVE TO LEAVE CASTIEL
Jim hummed. He noticed Sebastian zone out, so he knew that where ever he stepped, the man would follow. Like a little puppy. Jim thought, snorting softly before gripping the man’s arm tight. “You need a stiff drink, darling and I want something to eat.” He didn’t need to eat anymore, but from he was craving spaghetti, and he needed to talk to some of his old associates.
Alfonso would be positively pissing his pants when they walked through the door. With a spring in his step, Jim tugged Sebastian across the busy street, ignoring the protests which he knew would be coming from the sniper right about…now.
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Letting the comment go(snapping at a newly back-from-the-dead boss might not be the best idea), Sebastian remained...
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Jim grinned, nearly skipping as he pulled the sniper towards the restaurant. “You’re too tense.” He patted a hand on...
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