[It's different, having him here, real and vulnerable and looking so very close to shattering. Something about it is so horribly perfect that He wants to grab him and shake him out of sick, desperate relief. He's glad Cas isn't speaking. If he did, He'd only hear those terrible, blasphemous words coming out of his mouth like in the dream. He'd see his hand raising up to strike his brothers down.
Chuck makes a sound like a cough and roughly digs the heel of his palm in his eye, trying to shake off the moment.]
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Chuck makes a sound like a cough and roughly digs the heel of his palm in his eye, trying to shake off the moment.]
So, you. [Cough. Try again.] You made it, huh.