[He just shakes His head. In the end, they never listen. They never compromise when they should or reason when they can. It's almost sad.
This whole race of feral disappointments tearing into the children He truly loves- it's almost a regret to sink His hand into Castiel's chest and bodily rip out an almighty fistful of blackness like slime, like scales, like hunger and primordial seas. From the hole He made they all come rushing out at once, and it's stomach-turningly easy to raise a hand-
-and the whirling vortex of darkness is gone.
No scream, no fighting, no thrashing or explosion or horrible death rattles. They're just gone. A thousand lives, and Castiel is at last empty. Chuck stares into the empty space where they were for a second before remembering Cas and turning to him, finding him healed before He's finished turning His head.
Every fiber of him is terrified at what He'll see.]
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This whole race of feral disappointments tearing into the children He truly loves- it's almost a regret to sink His hand into Castiel's chest and bodily rip out an almighty fistful of blackness like slime, like scales, like hunger and primordial seas. From the hole He made they all come rushing out at once, and it's stomach-turningly easy to raise a hand-
-and the whirling vortex of darkness is gone.
No scream, no fighting, no thrashing or explosion or horrible death rattles. They're just gone. A thousand lives, and Castiel is at last empty. Chuck stares into the empty space where they were for a second before remembering Cas and turning to him, finding him healed before He's finished turning His head.
Every fiber of him is terrified at what He'll see.]