[He cracks at that and starts to cry. It's almost liberating to be so honest. No, he wants to yell, I can't, not again- I can't lose any more. Please.]
Okay.
[He moves closer, taking Castiel's bloody hand in his, irrationally hoping he can warm it up. Chuck indulges himself one thing - one parental gesture he's wanted to do for so long - and brushes some bloody, sticky hair from his eyes.]
no subject
Okay.
[He moves closer, taking Castiel's bloody hand in his, irrationally hoping he can warm it up. Chuck indulges himself one thing - one parental gesture he's wanted to do for so long - and brushes some bloody, sticky hair from his eyes.]
I meant it when I said I was sorry. I-