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Caritas | Sunday

Graduation was a fun time for everyone with all the guests, cake, and hugging happening around the island.

Well, everyone but Tino. He never seemed to get to leave.

Sad.

But there was a party at Caritas tonight and Clark decided he could go the extra mile to make the lounge look a little festive. Blue and gold paper streamers and balloons awaited any graduates, birthday boys, and friends who might stop in for a drink. Or a balloon animal - if he could figure out how to make something not a snake.

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Castiel nodded. "I'd prefer not to be accidentally banished." He held his arms up and went still.

"Yeah, I'd like it if you stayed around as well," Chuck said as he got to work. Most of his focus was on what he was doing but, yes, there was the spare thought or two dedicated to the fact that Castiel actually looked pretty good under that trenchcoat. Minus the really gross wound, of course.

Jimmy had taken pretty good care of that body, yes. And Castiel hadn't managed to damage it permanently yet.

"I missed you," Castiel admitted. "I believe you would have had an . . . interesting perspective on things."

"Yeah? I'm not sure how well I'd do in those apocalyptic situations." Chuck had thought about it, especially after he had met the kid he had with Sam in some other universe. "I probably wouldn't have been much help."

"Considering that the entire venture was doomed from the start, I'm not certain that would have mattered."

"Right, sorry," Chuck said, looking up to give Castiel an apologetic look. "I missed you too, you know."

"I've apparently only been gone a week and a half."

Chuck gave a light shrug, not wanting to accidentally jolt his hand while he was patching Cass up. "I assumed you weren't ever coming back. You did say you expected to die during the apocalypse."

That had screwed with Chuck's head a lot.

"Apparently, I was killed before arriving here the first time." Castiel looked down at his chest. "This seems to be where I go."

"Maybe this is your home," Chuck said. He didn't think too much of being killed considering how many times it had happened to himself. "There. Done."

It wasn't exactly the most professional looking patch up job, but Chuck's perfectionism kept it from looking too sloppy.

Castiel looked down and nodded. "It's suitable. It should prevent me from accidentally banishing myself until the marks fade. Thank you."

"You're welcome," Chuck said with a small smile. "Let me know if you need anything else. I know you'll probably feel like crap about what happened regardless, but if you need a distraction I'll help you out."

By "help out" he mostly meant he'd provide alcohol.

Castiel approved of that sort of help. "Thank you. And should I be able to return the favor, you'll let me know?"

"Yeah, of course I will," Chuck said, nodding. "You want to drink some more?"

"I do, thank you. It seems to be the thing to do."

"It seems like the right occasion for it," Chuck agreed. "Just remember there's such thing as drinking too much."

Another thing Chuck had no right to lecture anybody on, but he did it anyway.

"I drank an entire liquor store, once. Then we had to kill the Whore of Babylon."

"You got drunk and killed a whore. That actually happens more often than you would think," Chuck said. Not that he'd encourage that type of thing. "Try not to drink the whole bar tonight, okay? Save some for the birthday boy."

Castiel nodded. "I'll maintain a sense of . . . moderation." This bottle was totally his, though. "I may need to find painkillers later, though."

"There's aspirin in the back with the other medical stuff," Chuck said, a little surprised that Castiel was getting hangovers. "I've got you covered."

To be fair, it did take entire stores full of booze to give him one. He nodded. "I'll remember that. I'm not sure we have any, at the church."

"You might want to consider getting a bottle or two if you plan to keep on drinking liquor stores," Chuck told him. "Not that I'm encouraging you to do that at all."

Why yes, there was a Sam-sounding voice in his head telling him not to encourage the angel to do anything too reckless. It was annoying.

Castiel peered at him. "You'd drink a whole liquor store," he said, maybe a little petulantly. "If you had the capacity to do so."

Chuck frowned. "I'm not exactly the best example of healthy living."

"Should I model my behavior on Dean, then? We had to keep him locked in the panic room, towards the end."

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