YOU KNOW I COULD / private

[dannychan]

he nodded slowly. "can the angels prove it?" he asked.

/cas could offer to heal a wound??

[Leafwing12]

Castiel glanced at him. “Yes, I can.” Castiel said. He looked him over. “Cullen, you’re working on a railroad correct? Do you have any people here who have been injured from the construction?” He asked

[dannychan]

he looked at the father. "not recently." the old man said and cullen paused. "wait, how the hell did you know my.. whatever." he sighed and tooknout a knife, slicing his palm deeply. "there. heal it up, angel man."

[Leafwing12]

Castiel looked him over. “I’m an angel. We know peoples names just by looking at them.” Castiel said. He then glanced down at the cut on his hand. Castiel blinked, setting a hand over it. After a momemt, his eyes started glowing as well as the wound under his hand.

[dannychan]

his eyes widened and he pulled his hand away, staring at it. "father, watch these two.. i.. i need whiskey." he breathed and stood.

[Leafwing12]

Jack frowned. “Whiskey?” Jack asked. Dean glanced at him.

“Alcohol. And you’re not having any. You were already a mess after the first beer you had.” Dean murmured.

[dannychan]

he stood and rushed out. the reverend sighed. "he must be having a crisis. poor man.."

[Leafwing12]

Dean looked at him. “How do? To me he just seems like a drunk with an attitude problem.” Dean said. Sam blinked.

“Kind of like you?” Sam asked. Dean fell silent.

[dannychan]

father sighed. "he lost his faith after the civil war a few years back. he drinks to keep the nightmares away, i assume."

[Leafwing12]

Castiel frowned. He was silent for a moment. “His father was a good man. I’m sorry he died as soon as he did.” Cas said.