the moon "that's rough, buddy" :D?
the moon: emotion, fantasy, confusion;
“That’s rough, buddy.”
(you didn’t go with an au or ship so I went with supernatural and jeremwood. Just cause. also this is pretty short so i apologize now.)
When Jeremy comes to, he’s lying on the forest floor. The scratch of dirt and leaves, the faint chirping of birds, and the stench of a burning cigarette fill his senses. He really wishes he wasn’t at a point in his life where waking up in the middle of a forest wasn’t surprising. Jeremy groans, turning to his side and feeling like every muscle in his body was on fire. He always is sore after a forced-shift.
He pushes himself up despite the pain, trying to rack his brain to figure out just what the Wolf has done through this night. The memories are just shapes though, blurs of motion and sound. Just like they always are.
“How’re you feeling?” a voice calls besides him and as Jeremy looks over also holds the source of the cigarette smoke surrounding him. The man smiles, sharp teeth peeking out behind his lips as he rolls the cigarette between his fingers.
“Like shit, Ryan,” Jeremy whines, flopping back down onto the floor.