… a year at best? Now if that wasn’t far from good chances, god. It wasn’t something he liked to accept at least. And the fact that John said it almost offhandedly really didn’t make it any better – not that he’d any idea how he would have expected him to react in such a situation. It wasn’t one Chas thought he would have to deal with, at least.
"All right?"
He blinked again, staring at him disbelieving. “You’ve got to be fuckin’ kidding me,” he muttered under his breath, incredulously. ‘Hey, I’m dying, but we’ve got shit to deal with’ – alright, sounded damn like the John Constantine approach to things, but still… He felt much like freaking out at this moment, not just swallow it and be done with it.
Not even if he had wanted to he could do that. Instead, within the blink of an eye, Chas had gotten up, taken two steps – and without further ado, punched the exorcist.