He's getting lessons on how to communicate with rats from a demon, and he's actually pleased about it - this is just his life now, apparently. He can't believe there was a time when he thought that strapping on a pair of metal wings and jumping off shit was the weirdest his life was ever gonna be.
Sam huffs out a little laugh, agreeing, "Definitely not a cat," before he follows Crowley's advice and orients himself towards the rat closest to him. And it's - easy, it's easy, he gives her the same focus that he would to someone who's chosen to speak up in group back when he used to work at the VA, making who they are and what they've been through the most important thing there is at the moment.
The fact that she's a rat, and not a person, is absolutely fucking weird, though, and it feels like his brain is flipping through a couple of different filters trying to align what he instinctively understands now with what he knows about human body language.
"You weren't kidding about weird. She's upset about something - their nests getting disturbed?" Shit, he knew something was going on in the hotel's walls.
no subject
Sam huffs out a little laugh, agreeing, "Definitely not a cat," before he follows Crowley's advice and orients himself towards the rat closest to him. And it's - easy, it's easy, he gives her the same focus that he would to someone who's chosen to speak up in group back when he used to work at the VA, making who they are and what they've been through the most important thing there is at the moment.
The fact that she's a rat, and not a person, is absolutely fucking weird, though, and it feels like his brain is flipping through a couple of different filters trying to align what he instinctively understands now with what he knows about human body language.
"You weren't kidding about weird. She's upset about something - their nests getting disturbed?" Shit, he knew something was going on in the hotel's walls.