sorry for the very long wait (and short chapter);w;
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Despite it all, the black parka turns to the other man first.
"Tucker, what did you do?" she demands, eyes narrowed to slits.
Castiel glances at him out of the corner of his eyes, waiting. The shoe can drop now. He's done fucked up his last chance. Because. This will be his last chance. His very last. He clenches his bruised and throbbing hand, and promises all of them that this is his very last.
Tucker rubs the back of his neck, and Castiel looks away when he darts pale eyes in his direction. "I kinda, y'know, didn't take no for an answer and got what I had comin', heh heh," he says, instead of all the other things he can have said." It's my fault, I pushed him about something and well, you see my face, right Sam?"
The former angel nearly gapes at him, biting his bottom lip to stave off the sudden flux of surprise.
Purple eyes turn to him. "Oh, really, is that how it was?" she asks, staring Castiel in the eyes, daring him to lie.
But. It's true enough.
He nods his head.