I'm sorry, how I ended things like I did. I realize now that I made a mistake. I was wrong. I shouldn't have said the things I did. Treated you the way I did. It was wrong of me, and I'm such an idiot for it.
I'm begging you to take me back. That's why I'm here. I....I don't want to think about life without you, Becky.
I love you. Please, don't let how stupid I've been change what's so right between us.
You guys can thank one meddlesome Principality and one potential Michael-vessel, for this.
Dean and Castiel. The ones who haven't talked to me yet.
We should chat.
[ooc: although celestial beings/demons/etc. can typically read strikeouts if they so choose, as chuck is god, the strikeout is solely there for ooc amusement and cannot be read by anyone.]
You know, my life was just starting to settle down again after being buckets full of crazy on a scale most can't even begin to imagine, and now this crap?