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[paterelohim]

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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[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

The medication is making me nauseous.

[paterelohim]

[ 8( Caaaas.]

...Okay.

So.

Cut down your dose by half a pill and next time you take them, you can have a little to drink?

[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

How much?

[paterelohim]

[Wheeeeeling up to cut you off there, Barney.]

I'll make it. What do you want?

[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

I'm capable of doing it.

[paterelohim]

[He sighs and pinches his nose.]

Cas. You've helped me in and out of my wheelchair about, what, eighty times now? I just... come on, I know you can, but.

[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

It doesn't matter.

[paterelohim]

[Chuck presses his lips together and whips up a quick chocolate martini- a very small one, the equivalent of two shots.]

Here. Trust me- it's all you'll need.

[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

[paterelohim]

[Wheeling up to the table, picking up his popsicle again from the wrapper and finishing it off.]

You want some chocolate syrup in that?

[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

This is fine.



Are you intending to send this?

[paterelohim]

[Chuck is a deer in headlights for about two seconds, then reaches out to snatch his NV away.]

No. [When he looks at the message again it's like he's seeing it with new eyes: every jab, every passive-aggressive stab and cutting remark that would have been so devastating for Sam to read. Even in his still-potent anger at the man, it strikes him as twisted that Chuck, with his intimate emotional insight into what moves and drives Sam, into his demons and innermost thoughts, should use that to know how best to hurt him.

He snaps the NV shut, tense and temporarily mollified.]

He would probably deserve it- but no.

[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

He wasn't himself.

[paterelohim]

[It makes sense. On some level, Chuck knows this.]

I don't really care. Every morning when you wake up you look like a six year old who just realized that their puppy was hit by a car.

So. Yeah. Nope. In this recession economy? I don't have a fuck to give.

[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

I'm fine.



We likely should be more concerned than we have been about the situation itself. We don't know what effect angel blood may have, how long the effects will last, or what may happen it wears off. And if he had such an intense craving for demon blood, he may again.

[paterelohim]

[He lets a long moment lapse in silence, leaning on the table with his face buried in one hand.]

There's a reason I've been so anal about letting you outside alone.

[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

It's unlikely I would be at risk.



However others might be.

[paterelohim]

Who, Gabriel and Lucifer? I think they'll be okay.

If Sam stops being "himself" again, then not-he will know who the vulnerable one is. He wouldn't want to pick on someone his own size.

Figuratively. I don't think anybody's his own size.

[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

If he chose an angel while desiring demon blood, any supernatural being may be a potential substitute.

[paterelohim]

[Fuuuuuck. Chuck bangs his head against the table then turns his wheelchair around and follows him.]

Cas! Don't do that, man.

[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

[paterelohim]

I wasn't trying to say that you're weak. I mean- fucking look at me.

That's just... no. [He grips the wheel handles tightly, chewing on his lip for a second to think.]

You're human, that's not...

Honestly? Anyone who actually thinks less of you probably doesn't deserve to know you.

[Chick flick moment. Hnngh.]

[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

My point still stands.

[paterelohim]

[Chuck nods tersely, gaze flickering elsewhere idly.]

Sam was already messed up beyond repair from Detroit- we have no idea what this could do.

[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

Why?