John has no idea. He can barely see. Salty sweat and blood burns his eyes. The snow is slowly melting around him as he digs further into a snowbank, trying to cool the fire arcing across his body, across his mind. He reaches and reach and digs until there's nothing but air. The doctor's body slumps. His arms are too long, stretched, the flesh blistering and melting across it, dripping down before snapping back up and reconstituting.
He hears the crunch of something nearby and turns his head to look. He sees... he doesn't know what he sees, but he uses his hands to drag himself forward. Is it a snow goose? He thinks it is. What else could walk on top of the snow like that? It doesn't matter that there's little to no sense in that connection.
As the anomaly draws closer to Castiel, the angel might start to feel some of that fever in his own mind, the edges of delirium, of a brain wracked by more heat than it can handle. Fire.]
Bunker, Outside (cw: burns, blistering/melted skin, delirium, too long limbs)
John has no idea. He can barely see. Salty sweat and blood burns his eyes. The snow is slowly melting around him as he digs further into a snowbank, trying to cool the fire arcing across his body, across his mind. He reaches and reach and digs until there's nothing but air. The doctor's body slumps. His arms are too long, stretched, the flesh blistering and melting across it, dripping down before snapping back up and reconstituting.
He hears the crunch of something nearby and turns his head to look. He sees... he doesn't know what he sees, but he uses his hands to drag himself forward. Is it a snow goose? He thinks it is. What else could walk on top of the snow like that? It doesn't matter that there's little to no sense in that connection.
As the anomaly draws closer to Castiel, the angel might start to feel some of that fever in his own mind, the edges of delirium, of a brain wracked by more heat than it can handle. Fire.]