[ An experiment, basically... and one that sounds completely off the rails and that pretty much confirms the angel's suspicions. He drops his gaze, resigning himself to that being a reality -- that he's seen his future and it's... this.
This destitution in more ways than he knows how to deal with. All he can do is shake his head, and get to his feet and push past this insanity toward a more fruitful topic. Which means yes, he's dismissing this idea of his entirely. ]
On my way back, I stopped at the pharmacy.
[ It wasn't his idea, he would have otherwise just scrubbed his body clean of any substances and left him dry. Castiel extends his hand and holds out a bottle of pills. The label reads these are meant to be taken twice daily to treat anxiety. ]
I am told these help with certain... imbalances. Try not to abuse them.
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This destitution in more ways than he knows how to deal with. All he can do is shake his head, and get to his feet and push past this insanity toward a more fruitful topic. Which means yes, he's dismissing this idea of his entirely. ]
On my way back, I stopped at the pharmacy.
[ It wasn't his idea, he would have otherwise just scrubbed his body clean of any substances and left him dry. Castiel extends his hand and holds out a bottle of pills. The label reads these are meant to be taken twice daily to treat anxiety. ]
I am told these help with certain... imbalances. Try not to abuse them.