[ Blake falls asleep quick enough after that, but it's fitful at best. He shifts and moves for upwards of an hour, and even when he does settle after that, it's hardly restful sleep.
At some point Crowley shifts and John starts, half-alert in a moment and propped up on an elbow to look around the room. ]
—you hear that? Gunshots, or— or— What was that?
[ There's nothing to hear, of course. Whatever it had been was only in Blake's fitful dreams. ]
action;
At some point Crowley shifts and John starts, half-alert in a moment and propped up on an elbow to look around the room. ]
—you hear that? Gunshots, or— or— What was that?
[ There's nothing to hear, of course. Whatever it had been was only in Blake's fitful dreams. ]