Still here...

Dean rolled out of his cigarette-like bed, letting himself be sprawled onto the carpet. While staring into the ceiling, which of course hadn't changed one bit however much he stared at it, Jim spoke. Jim was either a really good actor, or he wasn't part of Their plan, as he had been very convincingly shouting at and knocking on the door every day they'd been here. The food had been good though. Like Dean liked to say to himself: "A coffee a day keeps Them bastards away." He was very uncertain of the food the first time it showed up, but after Dean passed on one of the meals and Jim took his portion without succumbing to whatever They would've put in it, he had willingly taken all other meals coming into the room.

Turning his head towards the breakfast that was put in for them today, he smiled slightly.  Vanilla Yoghurt and cut fruit. A surprisingly filling meal that almost fixed your thirst as well as hunger. The juicy fruit mixing with the delightful consistency of Yoghurt. His mouth watering by the mere thought, he crawled over to the tray and picked up his portion of the food.  Dean was just about to take a big spoonful of Yoghurt and fruit when Jim spoke.  Halted in his movements, and a little disappointed, Dean lowered the spoon, being careful not to let any of that delicious food fall off. "Oh we'll get out one day, alive or no." Dean said, before resuming his consumption of the food. "You know, that sleeping bag of yours probably doubles as a bodybag." Dean continued between mouthfuls. If he had figured Jim out right he'd probably freak out now. It was kind of obvious that he wasn't one of Them by now, but if so, what did They want with him? A question to be answered in the days to come, he supposed. 

Finishing the meal and taking the cup of coffee to his lips, Dean arched his back to stretch out before asking: "When we do get out however, what do you intend to do?"

'We'll get out one day, alive or not' That answer made Jim shiver, cold sweat running down his spine. 'Alive or not'... why would he even say that? Even if that was true, why? He didn't want to die, he was just 22, there was so much more he wanted to do... and what Dean said next really didn't help. A bodybag... why even saying such a thing? He felt sick to his bones, and he felt like throwing up. He didn't even want to see his breakfast, he already felt like he could puke any minute.

Unwelcome,the thought of just ending it there, just... go to that corner of death and take his own life popped up in his mind. He could do it, maybe that was exactly what those kidnappers wanted, maybe that was the only way, cause maybe they would never be found otherwise, maybe there was no hope to get out whatsoever...

Jim could feel the tears well up in his eyes: he didn't want to die! He just wanted to go home! It had been days already, why hadn't they been rescued already? What kind of psycopath was holding them captive, what did they want? And if they wanted something with them... why hadn't they spoke up already?

Silent tears run down his cheeks, wetting a bit the sleeping bag, but he didn't care, and he still didn't move to get out. At Dean's question, though, he sniffed before answering "What I'll do? I'll go home! I'll go see my friends... maybe my mom... I'll go back to my videos, and my music... to... you know, my life..." he said sniffing again before adding in a chuckle "I'll surely hire ten other bodyguards, so something like this will never happen again!" he smiled amused at the joke for a moment, before the depressing sadness of the situation caught up with him again

"Ten bodyguards, hmm?" Dean said, smiling lightly before taking another sip of the coffee. "Sounds like a good idea, honestly. Though I don't know how helpful it'll be." He continued before shrugging "but what else can you do"

Jim seemed to take this harder than Dean initially thought. He guessed nobody had ever taught him how to behave in situations like these, but then again: Who did? Apart from Dean, most people saw the world as a perfectly safe place to be, at least wherever they lived. Jim was calming though, it was good to see someone freaking out more than Dean did. It was odd, really. One would think that when two people in the same room freak out, they'd just escalate each other, but no, Dean calmed down in Jims presence. "Not good.." Dean thought "I relax way too much around him."

Having drank all his coffee, he decided to go to the sorry excuse of a wash they had in the 'bathroom' and wash his cup. It wasn't needed, the cups were always clean when returned, but it was part of the usual ritual after coffee when he was home. Washing the cup, putting it upside down on the bench and let it air-dry. Oddly calming too, some normality in these crazy days.

It was weird how the entire situation had become 'normal'. They hadn't been here long, judging by the dinners they had gotten, they had been here about a week, more or less. Still, Dean wondered what was to come. No questions had been left with the food, no pulling out of the room to be interrogated or anything like it. It was... Weird, to say the least.

Walking back into the room with the clean cup in hand, Dean looked at Jim, still a sad little bunch of tears and sniffing on the 'bed'. "Hey, Jim." Dean spoke out, trying to smile as warmly as he could. "We can't just sit here and feel sorry for ourselves right now, no? Pretend this is a..." Dean pondered on what to say. ".. Sleepover, yeah. Just forget the noose in the corner and the shittiest excuse for a bed ever and imagine something better, right?" Before continuing, Dean looked to see if Jim responded in any way. Shrugging, he continued: "What would you do if you were at a sleepover?"

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Jim remained where he was as Dean commented about how ten bodyguards wouldn't really make a difference, as cool as the idea could sound, and he didn't move either while Dean stood up and went to wash his cup. It wasn't something that was needed, those stuffs disappeared every time, replaced with new food, but the guy kept doing it for some reason. Well, he was free to, it wasn't like Jim minded...

As the guy walked back, though, starting to talk again and suggesting how they could treat this as a sleepover, Jim had to smile lightly to himself: well... the guy was trying to cheer him up, that was actually really sweet... Jim really didn't feel in the mood to play along but... the guy was doing his best to help him out as he could, and it wasn't like curl up and cry could solve anything anyway. Forcing himself to sit up, he gave Dean a little smile.

"I'm not really sure..." he said honestly with an apologetic shrug "Last time I had a sleepover I was like... ten..." back when he was almost a constant guest at the Mayfair house... but that was a long time ago "I mean, if you don't count girls..." he added after a moment in a little chuckle: well, he did have 'sleepovers' with Evelyn, back in the days when they were together, though... what he did with her was not possible to have now... and not only cause Dean was a guy! Beside, he and Evelyn mostly played around, played videogames, tried karaoke... and none of those things could be done here... "What would you suggest?" he asked then to Dean, actually trying to cheer up a bit.


(ooc: again, sorry if I took so long and if the reply is so meh >.< Hope it's good enough >.<)