spoilers | reacting to the new ep from in-game

[paterelohim]

[Chuck is sitting numbly on the edge of his couch, subconsciously curled into Himself. The bottle of vodka and his eyes red from crying speak more than any words ever could. For a long time, he doesn't say anything.

He's horrified. Absolutely horrified.]

This is it. [His voice is very small.] I gotta go back.

You don't have to tell me, okay? I already know. [He gets up and starts pacing, looking dead-eyed and voice ringing with exhaustion.] I can't stay in this- this game. It's not about me or my issues anymore, it's about why the fuck I'm not- I'm not fixing it at home. The fact that I'm so far up my own ass that I let the last good son suffer even worse than death.

And for what? To prove a point about- about deserving to live? For the sake of narrative convenience, or trying to go for a world record in deadbeat dickery?

They're gonna fix the Core... and I'm gonna fix it. [Shaking his head, dragging his hands over His face.] I can't leave him there.

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[magnetic_magpie]

[He debates not saying anything. Because there's nothing he can say. There were no words he can offer. No comfort, no advise. He can see how Chuck's situation parallels to his, but he at least knows Wanda gets better and the dimension doesn't implode or worse.]

Yes, we'll fix it.

[Because it's all he can offer.]

[ofthursday]

It's alright.

[He's oddly at peace with this. Death he had deserved, but to get more, to have a chance to help Sam... This is the best he could have ever wanted.]

[smartwinchester]

No, it's not.

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[ofthursday]

Of course it is, Sam.

[smartwinchester]

No, it's not. None of this was your fault. It was Lucifer who destroyed my soul, not you, and you shouldn't be the one to have to deal with it.

I'm not going to let you carry my problems when you have enough of your own.

[ofthursday]

I can deal with Lucifer, Sam. I don't have to sleep.

Between this and death, at least this is doing some good.

[paterelohim]

[With more conviction than he's said anything so far.]

No it's not. Sam's right.

[ofthursday]

Yes, it is. This is right.

[This is how it should be. He caused this damage, whether by breaking the wall or not pulling out Sam's soul in the first place, and he lived somehow so that he could fix it. And he had.]

[paterelohim]

[He shakes his head a little despairingly.]

The fact that you even think that is my fuckin' fault.

Listen, Cas, you didn't deserve that. Nobody does.

[ofthursday]

I made my own choices. That I had a chance to correct my mistakes is something few get.

[integrity]

Do shut the fuck up.

[No, he's not bitter at all, why would he be.

It isn't as if he will potentially lose e v e r y t h i n g within the next coming weeks. No, not at all.]

It's embarrassing. And you have no room to pity yourself or anyone else.

Shut up.

[paterelohim]

No. Fuck you.

I'm damned if I shut up, and I'm damned if I finally want to get off my ass and fix it.

So fuck you.

[integrity]

You'll let the adults deal with the mess you've made.

[Curt and to the point.]

No one will be utilizing their powers of deus ex machina except me.

[paterelohim]

Yeah, I'm aware. Because the version of me still rotting under a bridge somewhere in your time could give a shit.

[Bitterly. He hasn't changed that much in the Port, some might argue, but it's enough that He's appalled at himself on a regular basis.]

[integrity]

Do you have any idea how unstable he currently is?

[Quietly. He's angry.]

Should you appear to him and magically take away all his ailments, just because he's your little angel -- well, God suddenly being real could very well push him over the edge.

You weren't faced with his insanity. I was.

If all of you were smart -- which you aren't -- you would let me handle him.

But no, let's call in Meg.

[employeeofthemonthforever]

Is there a tally somewhere?

Of the good sons, I mean. With little wing-silhouette check marks.

I suppose there weren't that many to keep track of.

[paterelohim]

Hi to you too.

[employeeofthemonthforever]

No, really. I'm curious.

[paterelohim]

I don't need a tally, man. I can remember every single angel that ever lived... and how they died.

[employeeofthemonthforever]

Oh, spare me the quibbling with the metaphor.

[servingfather]

[Michael's not even sure what to say. All this time and God has barely lifted a finger for any of His other children and now...? Now He wants to go home because Castiel's finally dealing with the consequences of his actions?

What about the others? Doesn't He care about them at all?]

[paterelohim]

[Chuck looks at him for a long time; that disturbingly penetrating stare that says He knows exactly what you're thinking.]

Hi.

[servingfather]

[He doesn't try to hide his thoughts because it doesn't work, though he does shift under His look and avoid His stare. There's a short debate as to whether to just...keep this casual or not. Michael opts for not.]

So You want to go home because of him?

[paterelohim]

[...Oh, honey. There's no hiding how he crumbles just a little at the question, in that uniquely parental way. It's a strange thing to see on the Almighty. It's human.]

Well... yes and no? He's the final straw.

[servingfather]

[Normally Michael wouldn't dare question Him but...he's hurt and angry because God has done so much for Castiel already and done so little for the rest of them. To hear something like that just fuels that. His shifts his gaze up, attempting to reign in those semi-foreign feelings but fails - the sharp tone of his voice evidence of that.]

You turn Your back on the rest of us suffering and dying but the moment Castiel needs You it becomes 'the final straw'. Do the rest of us mean so little to You, Father?