video; saturday morning

[paterelohim]

[Oh, hi. Have an awkward upside-down close-up of Chuck's face. He laughs and rights the NV, backing it up to look at the camera.]

Good morning, Siren's Port! Look! [He turns the camera to point down at his own legs - surprise, by the way, he's in a wheelchair (for those who haven't seen) - and those who have seen him in person in the past two

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[painhumbles]

Oh, this is just sad.

[paterelohim]

Hey, you know what wouldn't be sad? If I had an angel friend who could've healed me.

[painhumbles]

You know what else is sad? Tom Hanniger got flayed alive and I couldn't heal that either. You two can start a support group.

You can call it "Screw you guys, I'm not the only angel in town."

[paterelohim]

Wait, what?

[painhumbles]

It's been a crappy couple of months, Chuck.

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[paterelohim]

No shit, but what happened to Tom?

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[painhumbles]

Remember when Crowley got into those drugs?

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[paterelohim]

Vaguely. What did he do?

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[painhumbles]

Killed a bunch of people on a bus. But that's only tangentially relevant.

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[paterelohim]

So which part is actually relevant?

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[painhumbles]

The drugs he got into that made him do it. Dean also kinda got slipped a cocktail of 'em. Add it up.

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[paterelohim]

And he-

-oh fuck. Well. That's awesome. Perfect. Has anyone checked to make sure he hasn't actually shot himself lately?

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[painhumbles]

He has his mother to do that for him.

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[paterelohim]

... [Headscratch. Did you just imply Mary Winchester would shoot her son?]

I think you just lost me.

Uh. So... you got dragged into Dean going all Alastair on Tom?

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[painhumbles]

His mother can keep an eye on him, genius.

[SIGH.]

Pretty much sums up my life with Tom Hanniger- it always ends with someone bloody.

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[paterelohim]

[Eying him carefully. This is so much more than just Tom Hanniger.]

You've been having a stressful month.