{03} [Location: Room 216] I see a bad moon rising....
After several humiliating days in the hospital, ones that were filled with wonderful drugs and pretty nurses, which lead to Chuck saying things he shouldn't have, he was given leave. He couldn't have left the building faster. His wrist was in a cast, which itched something terrible, but it could have been worse. So, so much worse. He could have died.
Chuck walked all the way back to the mansion. It was a nice day. Not too bright, and there was a decent breeze. Which made the temperature seem lower than it was. As he walked, he tried to think of a dozen different excuses for the way he'd acted with Kat. He'd said some ridiculously embarrassing things. He hadn't even bothered trying to censor himself. The drugs seemed to have turned his internal filter off. Completely.
Entering the mansion, he made his way up to the second floor, shuffling down to the room he shared with Castiel. His shoulders slumped with relief. He was going to crawl into bed and sleep for a week. He unlocked the door, pushing it open, and stepped inside.
Chuck walked all the way back to the mansion. It was a nice day. Not too bright, and there was a decent breeze. Which made the temperature seem lower than it was. As he walked, he tried to think of a dozen different excuses for the way he'd acted with Kat. He'd said some ridiculously embarrassing things. He hadn't even bothered trying to censor himself. The drugs seemed to have turned his internal filter off. Completely.
Entering the mansion, he made his way up to the second floor, shuffling down to the room he shared with Castiel. His shoulders slumped with relief. He was going to crawl into bed and sleep for a week. He unlocked the door, pushing it open, and stepped inside.