[Chuck gives a nod. He can't exactly accuse Anna of not being true to who she really was. Because not only would that make Chuck the biggest hypocrite in the entire universe, but, well, it wasn't exactly true now, was it? Anna had been human before. She'd ripped out her grace and became a human. She spent over twenty years of her life, living and breathing and thinking and acting like a human. And while twenty years might not be anything for an angel, for a human, it was certainly a long time indeed.
And, to top it off, Anna's trapeze as a human was also fairly recent. And when she started talking about hearing the angels when they all saved Dean from Hell, they had locked her up in an mental ward, thinking her insane.
And if that's what her own, albeit human, family would do to her, he can't exactly say he blames her for not wanting to trust that with a bunch of people she doesn't even know. She doesn't need to bore him with the details because, as far as he's concerned, he already knows them.]
Oh, yeah, no. I get it. [He gives her an attempt at a smile. It's small and it's strained, but there's no denying the realness of it, beneath all of that.]
I mean, I thought I was going crazy or a god or something when I met Sam and Dean. [Is that laugh he gives slightly ironic? Only if you're looking for it.] But then Castiel showed up and said I was a prophet, and...
[And, well, sometimes he still doesn't believe it. Sometimes, when he wakes up from a vision, he still thinks they're all just figments of his imagination. That they're fictional characters and that he made them up. But then Dean will call him, or show up in his kitchen without warning and he has to defer to the reality that they're actually real. And it completely boggles his mind.
He gives her a small "thank you" when she hands the cup of tea to him, taking a sip of it. The tea is a bit sweeter than he's used to--of course, he's used to coffee and alcohol, things that are bitter and keep him awake and keep the pain at bay, not tea that might have been prepared for Gabriel--but holding the cup gives him something to do with his hands, and he's grateful for that.
He gives another nod. Balthazar and Anna are humans, Gabriel is Loki, and well, he simply won't bring up Castiel's humanity, or a lack there of. Seems easy enough to remember.]
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And, to top it off, Anna's trapeze as a human was also fairly recent. And when she started talking about hearing the angels when they all saved Dean from Hell, they had locked her up in an mental ward, thinking her insane.
And if that's what her own, albeit human, family would do to her, he can't exactly say he blames her for not wanting to trust that with a bunch of people she doesn't even know. She doesn't need to bore him with the details because, as far as he's concerned, he already knows them.]
Oh, yeah, no. I get it. [He gives her an attempt at a smile. It's small and it's strained, but there's no denying the realness of it, beneath all of that.]
I mean, I thought I was going crazy or a god or something when I met Sam and Dean. [Is that laugh he gives slightly ironic? Only if you're looking for it.] But then Castiel showed up and said I was a prophet, and...
[And, well, sometimes he still doesn't believe it. Sometimes, when he wakes up from a vision, he still thinks they're all just figments of his imagination. That they're fictional characters and that he made them up. But then Dean will call him, or show up in his kitchen without warning and he has to defer to the reality that they're actually real. And it completely boggles his mind.
He gives her a small "thank you" when she hands the cup of tea to him, taking a sip of it. The tea is a bit sweeter than he's used to--of course, he's used to coffee and alcohol, things that are bitter and keep him awake and keep the pain at bay, not tea that might have been prepared for Gabriel--but holding the cup gives him something to do with his hands, and he's grateful for that.
He gives another nod. Balthazar and Anna are humans, Gabriel is Loki, and well, he simply won't bring up Castiel's humanity, or a lack there of. Seems easy enough to remember.]
Okay, yeah. I can do that.