"What? No, I just meant..." At least he was honest. Although, to be fair, he was a terrible liar, a fact that would have been made extremely obvious if he had said anything besides.
Chuck watches Raphael completely down the water bottle with a combination of emotions. On one hand, he was glad he was right -- Raphael was dehydrated and, while drinking what he had would certainly help, water wasn't an end-all cure. On the other hand, it's sad. The mighty, fearing archangels, able to bring about the end of the world and everyone along with it... resorting to drinking an entire water bottle in one breath because he was dehydrated.
He continues to hold out his own half-full water bottle, even after Raphael finishes his own. He's not entirely sure how much longer they have to go in these tunnels to reach... wherever it was they're going, but clearly Raphael needs it more than he does. If he had food as well, he'd share that, but he's sadly empty on that front.
It makes him wonder about the other angels. If Raphael, the Healer, was this bad, how was the rest of the Host? Castiel, he's not too worried about. The Winchesters likely have him taken care of, but Michael? Lucifer? Samandriel?
Hopefully they'll find a way out of these tunnels sooner rather than later.
He knows, for the archangels, there's still a long way to go between wanting to destroy all of humanity and loving them. Nor is he expecting a change overnight. He's well aware things like this are a process, and they've proven that such a process is necessary. It will take time. He's only hoping this experience might help to jump start that process.
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Chuck watches Raphael completely down the water bottle with a combination of emotions. On one hand, he was glad he was right -- Raphael was dehydrated and, while drinking what he had would certainly help, water wasn't an end-all cure. On the other hand, it's sad. The mighty, fearing archangels, able to bring about the end of the world and everyone along with it... resorting to drinking an entire water bottle in one breath because he was dehydrated.
He continues to hold out his own half-full water bottle, even after Raphael finishes his own. He's not entirely sure how much longer they have to go in these tunnels to reach... wherever it was they're going, but clearly Raphael needs it more than he does. If he had food as well, he'd share that, but he's sadly empty on that front.
It makes him wonder about the other angels. If Raphael, the Healer, was this bad, how was the rest of the Host? Castiel, he's not too worried about. The Winchesters likely have him taken care of, but Michael? Lucifer? Samandriel?
Hopefully they'll find a way out of these tunnels sooner rather than later.
He knows, for the archangels, there's still a long way to go between wanting to destroy all of humanity and loving them. Nor is he expecting a change overnight. He's well aware things like this are a process, and they've proven that such a process is necessary. It will take time. He's only hoping this experience might help to jump start that process.