IC contact: Sirenspull

[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?

Comments

[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?

[paterelohim]

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.

[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

I remember. And ultimately very little came of it.



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

[paterelohim]

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.

[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

I know. Perhaps we should attempt to contact him.

[paterelohim]

[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.]

[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

I caused him a great deal of injury.

[paterelohim]

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.

[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

What do you believe should be done?

[paterelohim]

[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.

[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

Tell who?

[paterelohim]

[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.]

[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

No.

[paterelohim]

[Blink. Blinkblinkblink.]

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

[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

You showed no signs of a stroke.

[paterelohim]

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.

[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

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