> I’m, I’m definitely not the kind of person who should be, who’s...
That was somewhat more in keeping with what Cas had expected when he’d foolishly chosen to bring up Chuck’s role in events, although he still found himself at a loss when it came to explaining exactly what that role entailed, or why he in fact was exactly ‘the kind of person’. He didn’t understand it either; from what he had seen Chuck had little to recommend him. But God moved in mysterious ways, and tended to pick individuals who were… quirky, to say the least.
“You should have seen Daniel” he responded, deadpan.
> You know what? Screw it. I’m obviously way too sober to deal with this
“I doubt drinking more will help.”
… was that what envy felt like? It was a new, and unwelcome, pang, whatever it was. Of all the things he’d been forced to give up, drinking was one of the ones Castiel had to confess to missing that, and the company of the demon Ruby, and of Dean and even then it had not afforded the same simple escape, not when one required copious amounts to feel its effects.
> You’re a hallucination, and I need more alcohol
Castiel sighed. Humans really were impossible sometimes.
“I am not a hallucination.” A sharp prod accompanied the words, Cas’ brow furrowed with concentration; unconventional technique it might have been, but sometimes his charges required that of him.