If you were faced with Him in all His glory

What would you ask if you had just one question?


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Uh, hi! This is Ca- I mean Chuck Shurley, just- Chuck, sorry. [Indistinct fumbling noises] Leave a message after the beep and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Thanks?

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Don't you remember? You said- you said that the amount of demon blood it would take to kill Lilith would.. change Sam forever. Into something not human.

But... Sam took a lot more than that when he went to say yes.

I remember. And ultimately very little came of it.

[He's still Sam, after all, and has been even after what occurred with Lilith. Whatever changed in him, if Castiel hadn't been wrong and nothing actually had, it hadn't been so catastrophic as expected.

But at that second part, he's quiet. He knew Sam was going to say yes; he didn't realize he'd begun preparations of that sort.]


That might indeed be a factor in some way, however.

Well- no, actually. While he was killing Lilith, his body temperature was one fifty, his heart rate was two hundred- and his eyes went black. Whatever got him and Dean out of that Church cleaned him up.

[Fidget fidget.] Having angel blood could do something even worse.

[Well. He hadn't really realized that, considering he'd been dead while Chuck had passed that information on and no one bothered filling him in. At mention of whatever had rescued the boys, he darkens slightly; he doesn't want to think about it. Because he knows who it had been, as Joshua had told them, but he still doesn't understand why.

Moving on from that to Chuck's second point he nods slightly, beginning to drift back toward the couch once again, simply due to tiredness instead of the anger from before.]


I know. Perhaps we should attempt to contact him.

[Chuck darkens a little himself, finding something super interesting over there to look at.]

Maybe when I can trust myself to not bite his head off.

[Literally or figuratively, Cas. You figure it out.]

[He's heard this expression before actually, so he really doubts it's literal. He's quiet a moment, though, before speaking again.]

I caused him a great deal of injury.

[And he didn't truly regret it; it had been necessary. But he should've checked before now to make certain he hadn't inadvertently done enough to kill him.]

He's fine. I'm sure of it.

[He's not, actually.]

Sam has the constitution of a damn moose and knows how to stitch himself.

[He knows full well how tough Sam is, and he doesn't think he did anything severe enough to be truly life threatening, but he really wishes it hadn't come to that. He's used to friends turning into enemies, but it's so much more difficult to take when it's a Winchester, and complicated farther by that it really wasn't totally Sam's fault.

But he's too tired to bother dealing with it right now; being mortal is physically exhausting even without injury and stress and he's not sure how humans manage it their whole lives. He sits down on the couch, leaning against the backrest.]


What do you believe should be done?

[He sinks down into his wheelchair, reclining it a little and trying really hard to think of anything other than what he's about to say next.]

Eventually we have to tell somebody.

[Castiel narrows his eyes slightly, displeased with this idea.]

Tell who?

[He does not want a witch hunt for Sam. This was something that could be dealt with internally.]

[S i g h]

Well, let's review options.

Anna can't do jack. And no, don't ask who Jack is. Michael would kill him. Lucifer would be on him like a barracuda and just make everything worse.

So that basically leaves... Gabriel.

[ ...

Wow. That's such a terrible idea that Chuck's actually struck dumb for a moment.]

[Castiel's stare makes it clear he also believes this is such a stupid idea it's amazing that it was even stated out loud. It probably doesn't warrant a response, but he gives one anyway.]

No.

[Blink. Blinkblinkblink.]

Sorry, I- think I stroked out for a minute there.

You showed no signs of a stroke.

[You were just stupid.]

Yeah, uh- I think we can safely rule that one out.

But this thing is gonna blow up. There's really no getting away from that.

[Chuck's right in that they may not be able to hide it. If it turns out to be an islated incident, then maybe that can, but Castiel had said it himself. Sam could attack anyone if another craving hit; any being with nonhuman blood might be at risk.

But Castiel isn't certain he cares enough about the general populace to create any sort of risk for Sam.]


Only you, Sam, and I know what occurred. There's no reason it can't be hidden, provided nothing similar occurs again.

That's a pretty big "if", Cas. He was already... changed when he came here. This is all he needs to fall completely off the wagon.

I mean, if this was isolated, I'd be pretty surprised.

[He's conflicted. This indeed has potential to become a massive issue, though he doesn't have any desire to let anyone know who doesn't need to. But making that distinction might not be easy.]

Even if it is decided that others should be informed, again it's a matter of who.

[And clearly neither of them had any idea who, by Chuck's previous suggestion. As far as Castiel's concerned, this entire point may be moot.]

Hey, I know.

Look, if he does decide that he wants more angel blood, there's no guarantee he'll come after you. I mean, he might want something a little stronger. Like it or not, we might have to tell Gabriel eventually. Trust me, you do not want him finding out like that.

Otherwise... it's kind of... unclear. I don't- I don't know.

[It's true that Gabriel might be at risk. But that was provided Sam had the desire to go after him, had the means to trap him, and Gabriel fell for it.

And though Castiel wouldn't necessarily be opposed to warning Gabriel, he's not at all certain what his brother might do in response. And between Sam and Gabriel, he's going to worry about watching out for Sam more, despite what had happened.]


Do you know him well enough to speak with him about this?

I think so.

[It's a big maybe. Chuck knows Gabriel better than he knows himself- but Gabriel's walls come down for few, and his anger once ignited cools for even fewer. Sam and Gabriel are possibly each other's least favorite people on the island (out of the combinations that don't involve Lucifer), and there's no way this will end well. There really isn't. If Chuck tries telling Gabriel that the presumptuous, arrogant moose attacked his little brother, if he makes even one wrong move, then Cas won't be the only person he'll have to worry about. Sam has been on thin ice already.]

I want to give it some time. Sam's already on thin ice with Gabriel.

[He lays his head back against the back of the couch again, staring up at the ceiling. He almost regrets coming to to Chuck's place--not because of Chuck or anything he's done; the prophet and Michael had saved his life--but because he's frustrated with the situation. He doesn't know what to do, and if he'd just not said anything and tried to deal with the issue alone, then at least it would be solely his decision what's revealed and what isn't.]

Even if Sam were foolish enough to target Gabriel, he would have a difficult time harming him. Unless we have true reason to believe he might try, we should avoid telling Gabriel.

Yeah, I agree. You're- you're right.

[Chuck looks at Cas for a long, hard moment, then crutches over to the liquor cabinet. It's only a minute before he returns with a small chocolate martini- enough so that, coupled with the small dose of painkillers, Cas should be all set for substances for a decent four hours. He looks like he really, sorely needs relaxation.]

Here.

[The movement catches his attention, and he lifts his head again as he watches Chuck move into the kitchen, then come back with another mixed drink. He accepts it with a small nod of appreciation--he really does need something for the stress--and begins sipping at the drink.]

Cas- don't worry.

[Sitting down gingerly on the couch next to him.]

It'll be okay eventually.

[He has to believe that, even if some part of him knows how incredibly untrue it is.]

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