Having spent has first day in a human body, and feeling shredded from the inside out, emotionally, and mentally, Zack had unsurprisingly been exhausted. In his usual body, he doesn't need much sleep, unless he's been doing the whiteout thing. He can lie in the dark and think for hours, but this time, he actually falls asleep the way humans do.
Twenty minutes later he's wide awake and sitting bolt upright in bed, having lost consciousness and finding it utterly alien.
Then... he needs to pee. Which means he staggers around sleepily finding the bathroom, and then growls his displeasure with the whole situation all the way back to his room. Unused to sleeping this way, what he does manage is fitful. Dreams feel different. No more or less vivid, but just very different.
When he's woken by Dean's knock, Zack sits upright, startled that he can't remember falling asleep again. He always remembers that shit. This time... he has nothing. He rouses himself and pulls on the bathrobe that he owns. Opening his door, he can smell food, which is... amazing actually. But he's filled with self-loathing right now. He feels sticky and unpleasant and Gaia's fucking arse, humans are such animals.
He will keep that opinion to himself, however, and as he makes his way to the bathroom he shouts back towards the kitchen.
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Date: 2021-06-24 11:43 am (UTC)Twenty minutes later he's wide awake and sitting bolt upright in bed, having lost consciousness and finding it utterly alien.
Then... he needs to pee. Which means he staggers around sleepily finding the bathroom, and then growls his displeasure with the whole situation all the way back to his room. Unused to sleeping this way, what he does manage is fitful. Dreams feel different. No more or less vivid, but just very different.
When he's woken by Dean's knock, Zack sits upright, startled that he can't remember falling asleep again. He always remembers that shit. This time... he has nothing. He rouses himself and pulls on the bathrobe that he owns. Opening his door, he can smell food, which is... amazing actually. But he's filled with self-loathing right now. He feels sticky and unpleasant and Gaia's fucking arse, humans are such animals.
He will keep that opinion to himself, however, and as he makes his way to the bathroom he shouts back towards the kitchen.
“Ngh. Shower. Everything's vile.”
Probably more information than they needed.