Supernatural has ruined me.
This is going to be a series of drabbles that will deal with 5.04!verse in Chuck's POV. I've gotten most of them written up, so. . . let's see how it goes?
Disclaimer: all mentionings of any SPN-unviverse related things belongs to Mr. Kripke and those in direct contact with him. Oh, and Misha Collins is responsible for all the pain I've gone through because of his remarkable way of handling future!Cas. Owch.
He writes.
He writes on dirty ripped out pages with broken crayola crayons. scribbles on the backs of soup labels. composes on walls and furniture. scrawls with pens and markers and smears of oil.
He always writes, always, always always whenever he breaks free of the other survivors.
He hides with them, uses them. and they don't need him but they sort of do.
Even if he lies.
He used to lie and make his momma proud of him. Now he lies lies lies to evade their pleas.
When're they coming back?
Where's sam?
Orgy in ten minutes, interested?
- no no no no no no -
He is the Prophet Chuck.
Them/They are the those remaining. Risa Dean Ed Karl Charlotte Connor Murphy Annie. . .
Castiel is an angel.
They are all dying. Dying. Dead.
Review? Please? While not being one to hold future chapters for ransom, they do give me the fuzzies.