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[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.]