He remembers when all this nastiness started, and he'd tried so hard to shake Manny's attentions. To stay well away from the celestial pissing matches, such as they were. To just... try and live out the rest of his days before having his soul dragged to Hell as he was promised. Now he's neck deep in it, and leaving little trails of breadcrumbs for other angels to nose their ways into his life as well. For fun.
Clearly he's madder now than when he threw himself into the loony bin, for all the good that did him.
He snorts at Cas' appraisal, and lights up another ciggy, halfway through the pack that was meant to last him at least another day. (He's going to have to restock.) Everybody always seems so surprised that he actually knows what he's doing.
Whether or not he should be doing it... well, that's a whole other issue. "Funny story. A small town priest grows up lonely: Daddy cheats, and Mummy drinks. He turns to God, thinks God can make his life bright and shiny." John flips casually through a few pages of the open bible on the pulpit. A little bit of dramatic flair, before reaching for his bottle again. "Maybe He does, for awhile. Who knows, eh? But then the priest starts taking confessions, tells everyone else's Mummy and Daddy that God forgives them for drinking and cheating so long as they mean their sorries and mumble a few rote words, easy as you please." Either to punctuate his point, or with an incredible lack of self-awareness, John takes a swig of whiskey and coughs, casting an eye towards the windows, still hopeful his quarry might appear. "And maybe God does forgive them. Who knows that, either. But the Priest doesn't forgive them, he doesn't know how."
He grins, sorta dark and broken. This is the funny part of the story, to him. "He prays to God, but God doesn't answer. Something else does." He spreads his arms wide towards the symbols. "Suddenly all those repentant sots are finding themselves face-down in their drinks, or with stopped hearts between the sheets. That's the bugger we're going to lure here and put down. Interested in helping me sin a little tonight, luv? For the greater good, and all that."
John's going to get Cas to make those swallowed-a-bug expressions at him again if it kills him, okay?
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He remembers when all this nastiness started, and he'd tried so hard to shake Manny's attentions. To stay well away from the celestial pissing matches, such as they were. To just... try and live out the rest of his days before having his soul dragged to Hell as he was promised. Now he's neck deep in it, and leaving little trails of breadcrumbs for other angels to nose their ways into his life as well. For fun.
Clearly he's madder now than when he threw himself into the loony bin, for all the good that did him.
He snorts at Cas' appraisal, and lights up another ciggy, halfway through the pack that was meant to last him at least another day. (He's going to have to restock.) Everybody always seems so surprised that he actually knows what he's doing.
Whether or not he should be doing it... well, that's a whole other issue. "Funny story. A small town priest grows up lonely: Daddy cheats, and Mummy drinks. He turns to God, thinks God can make his life bright and shiny." John flips casually through a few pages of the open bible on the pulpit. A little bit of dramatic flair, before reaching for his bottle again. "Maybe He does, for awhile. Who knows, eh? But then the priest starts taking confessions, tells everyone else's Mummy and Daddy that God forgives them for drinking and cheating so long as they mean their sorries and mumble a few rote words, easy as you please." Either to punctuate his point, or with an incredible lack of self-awareness, John takes a swig of whiskey and coughs, casting an eye towards the windows, still hopeful his quarry might appear. "And maybe God does forgive them. Who knows that, either. But the Priest doesn't forgive them, he doesn't know how."
He grins, sorta dark and broken. This is the funny part of the story, to him. "He prays to God, but God doesn't answer. Something else does." He spreads his arms wide towards the symbols. "Suddenly all those repentant sots are finding themselves face-down in their drinks, or with stopped hearts between the sheets. That's the bugger we're going to lure here and put down. Interested in helping me sin a little tonight, luv? For the greater good, and all that."
John's going to get Cas to make those swallowed-a-bug expressions at him again if it kills him, okay?