'Dean! Dean! Wake up.'
'Whaa...'
Cracking open sleep-filled eyes, Dean rolled onto his back, only to find his brother's face looking worriedly down at him.
'For fuck's sake, Dean, can't you hear the fire alarm? Get up. Something's burning.'
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Now that Sam mentioned it, Dean could hear a loud blaring echoing through the bunker.
Morphing from drowsy to complete awareness in a matter of seconds, he leapt out of bed, and with Sam at his back, raced off down the corridor.
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There, in the centre of the library, a glowing ball of flame hovered; tongues of scarlet, yellow and orange writhing like a blazing corona of snakes.
The brothers exchanged a horrified glance. What the hell!
'Hey there, guys!' A familiar voice emerged from the conflagration. 'Just popped into see how things are going. Amara's been bitching at me, saying I should be showing some kind of attention for my Creation. Siblings can be so annoying... as you two well know!'
'Uh...Chuck?' Dean hazarded.
'The very one. So, it's all good?'
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'Well,' Sam broke in hastily. 'Actually, there've been a few problems with …'
'Hogwash! Nothing you two can't resolve! If I had to have faith in anyone, it'd be you. I'll tell Amara things are fine. Hasta la vista, dudes!'
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'Did we just have a visit from God, Dean?'
'That we did, Sammy. That we did,' his brother replied with a sardonic eyeroll.