so hand me that remote. can't you see that stuff's a sideshow?
[Cas was finding that he was having a very hard time coping with the solace that was his new founded humanity. It was one thing to watch them from a distance, to find them beautiful as he always had but being one of them wasn't something that he was cut out for and he was learning this the hard way. He was finding less and less reasons to considering this a blessing from his father, rather wanting to be dead, stay dead. It started with learning the basic functions- that when he was hungry or thirsty that he needed to eat and then there was bathing and using the restroom all of which were uncomfortable as time wore on. He'd taken a walk earlier that evening, witnessed a young woman being mugged in an alley, he hadn't expect the dull smack of metal to his temple to put him out so quickly and when he woke it was four hours later than it'd been when he was last coherent, the young woman was gone, he was worried and the stale trickle of blood stained the side of his face. When he got back to his hotel he found out that his wallet was gone, he'd already had to walk that far in no shoes, and in thinking about calling Dean the nokia phone he'd realized was also stolen. He fell into a chair and buried his hands in his face, stayed that way until the head injury eventually put him under again. He didn't know what to do, and was staying from Lisa and Ben and their life with Dean if just because the hunter deserved no burdens and the escape of that life. So, this was sloth. He noticed he wasn't being stricken for it, forgiveness - patience now that he had free will, but this free will also came with so much pain. Pain he didn't know what to do with.]