Who: Castiel, Chuck, Magneto
When: Backdated: August 31st, afternoon
Where: Chuck's apartment
Summary: After getting snacked on by a blood-craving roommate, Castiel goes to find the one other person in the city he really knows and who might be able to help. Or at least provide a drink.
Warnings: Blood, talk of violence
If Castiel were anyone else with a gash in their neck and suffering from blood loss, he might've gone to a hospital, or called for help, or done something more intelligent than taking mass transit. But he wasn't someone else, and so instead he just pressed a hand against the still-bleeding injury and took the trip until he arrived at his destination.
Entering the building, he made his way to Chuck's door, and rather than knocking he simply tried the door. A little surprisingly, it was unlocked; not that Castiel minded, and he let himself inside before immediately shutting the door behind him. Staggering a few steps into the room, hand still against his wound, he finally glanced around to see if his friend was even there at the moment.