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If you were faced with Him in all His glory

What would you ask if you had just one question?

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IC contact: Sirenspull
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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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[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.]

[He glances over at Chuck briefly as the prophet sits next to him, but doesn't comment other than on his words.]

Of course.

[It's not meant to be as much of a dismissal as it sounds, but he's fairy unconvinced either way. But he recognizes that there have been far worse situations resolved, and he feels he shouldn't be so pathetic about this. He just doesn't know what to do to fix it, or even where to start.

He does, however, appreciate Chuck's attempts to help, even if he feels he shouldn't need them.]

[Chuck can guess what Cas is thinking.]

Cas, can I tell you a secret?

[He glances over again, curious, tilting his head slightly to the side in a clear indicator for 'yes, go on.']

[Chuck says the rest while staring at his hands.]

My visions are all point of view, as you know- I see inside a character's head. You probably also know it's not just Sam and Dean.

The secret is that I've seen inside Michael, Lucifer, Gabriel, Zachariah, Uriel? Even Anna.

If you could see what I see, you wouldn't feel pathetic.

[He stares, at that, for some time. He knew that was how it worked, logically, before, but he's never really thought about the perspective Chuck's visions grant him.

The comments are a slightly unsettling, in an invasion of privacy sort of way, but far more so comforting for what Chuck meant by them. He doesn't smile, or even come close to the expression, but some of the weight in his expression and presence lift just a little. He's quiet for a little longer, before murmuring a response.]

Thank you.

You're welcome.

[A pause.] Any time.

[Chuck leans over to grab the TV remote, then tosses it at Cas.]

You pick.

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