Tag for 11.20 Dean is finally desperate enough to shout an, albeit, rude prayer to the big man upstairs. What about the amulet? And what about Amara's promise to Dean that he will be spared?

WHEN DEAN WINCHESTER PRAYS

God, or Chuck (we should probably do what he wants) was, true to rumor, all powerful. He was God, perfect. Morally excellent; always did the right thing, even if it hurt. He created all...all was his. And when what he created flopped and flailed he put a stop to it. Amara had destroyed many of his projects and worlds, but he had obliterated even more.

Humanity. Something he had created. Something he'd never tried to understand, something he would never understand. The good, the evil and yes, the determination. Chuck had created humanity in his likeness, and somehow he'd managed to create something better than even himself.

The ferocity of the life, the fragility of it. It actually scared Chuck a little bit. He could never figure out why Lucifer hated humanity but now he knew. Now he's pretty sure he understands, he's pretty sure at least...Lucifer was the best, the best of the arch Angels, the best of all the angels...the best of God's creations and he knew it...until humanity.

Humanity was everything angels weren't. Humanity was everything God was magnified a hundredfold. Passionate, independent, creative, loving, loyal...selfish. They did things for themselves. They made their own decisions. They decided what they wanted to believe, they decided who they believed in.

Chuck had given humans unlimited power and potential by allowing them that. If they decided they believed He didn't existed, then He didn't to them. If they believed they could be greater and bigger than ever before they worked at it hard enough until their dreams became reality.

Unlike God, who just gave himself the abilities to play guitar and speak French...humanity had actually created these things. Humanity taught themselves all these beautiful things. But even when Chuck gave himself the ability he still sucked pretty bad at it. (Though even Metatron had to admit he had a pretty good singing voice.)

But like Chuck's other creations humanity failed. They messed up...they sinned. And this disqualified them for him. He was God...all powerful and perfect. Humanity was nothing like him. Not proud, or distant...or perfect. Chuck was alone again in the big world he'd created. And he'd sacrificed everything for humanity, Lucifer was gone, defeated and banished...his Angels were doting and faithful and naive as usual.

He was bored, he was done creating...he wanted to create without the consequences of very real failures so he left heaven, he hid himself among the humans and he began to write. He wrote a lot, a lot of boring stuff. Like the stuffy old tablets. He wrote some poetry, he wrote some novels.

Writing was the only way he ever came close to understanding how humans worked and felt. And he wasn't very good at it at all. Then he started writing Supernatural. A few very 'special' humans loved those books. And Chuck had lost his belief in humanity so his faith in all the work he'd put into the Winchester line and the plan to save the world lost its spark for him.

He had been stupid enough to think he wouldn't get drug back into it.

Then he opened his door and found the two male model, handsome sons of bitches standing on his porch. And oh shit, he was screwed.

He'd helped them because despite himself, he'd fallen for the codependent brothers a

little while he'd been writing about them...and Lucifer was his issue too. After all he'd created him, created humanity and in so doing created the nightmare that was the Devil. So he helped enough to make him feel just and good like God should feel and then he disappeared forever.

Or it was supposed to be forever.

It was Dean Winchester's fault, all of this was. He was one of those practical humans, he only believed what he saw. And he was the righteous man, that was enough to spark Chuck's curiosity. And his soul was a work of spiritual art. The darkness and scars and crust of hell encasing the beautiful, wonderful light within that was supposed to save the world.

He defied the thought of God, of an all powerful being who took no responsibility for its actions and creations. In Dean Winchester's opinion if God did exist he was a loser and a coward...Dean had spent his whole life helping the people Chuck ignored. And try as he might Chuck couldn't hate him for it...he respected him...he was kind of in awe of him.

So it became habit to be aware of Dean Winchester and his brother's goings ons. And wow. Dudes covered ground...all the ground. And they couldn't just stop at Lucifer they had to release all the big bads. And it had been funny watching them scramble to fix it. They had amazingly done so!

Then Dean and Sam let Amara out and that was cutting it a little close to home. That was personal...that pissed him off. If they let his sister out...they deserved the fate she had planned for them.

Chuck couldn't destroy the world he'd created that he hated, but was also in awe over. Amara could do that...Amara could put him to rest too.

Over the years a lot of people had prayed to him. A lot of important, powerful people had asked him to join the fight, Angels, arch Angels...Crowley had asked him what he was up to a few times...Sam quit. But he always came back, he always believed in more, he always hoped.

The world cried out to him in anguish, cursed him in bitterness. Humanity pressed on, partied on, created more everyday. And every voice and thought fell on his ear.

Except for one voice.

Somehow Dean Winchester stayed above it all.

He had sent up a prayer, once upon a time, Chuck wasn't really sure if it was to him, or to heaven or to just anyone who was listening. Dean Winchester got desperate when it came to his brother. Chuck hadn't heard from him since then. And Dean Winchester had been through some serious crap and not once had he prayed to God.

So Chuck came up with a little inside joke, something he'd say to himself when someone sent up a prayer for him to show himself...to join the fight. Because he never would, ever. Dean was determined not to acknowledge him, Chuck was just as determined to never take up being God again.

So when it came up, when he'd think about getting back in the action, he'd laugh a little hysterically and shrug his shoulders and say, "When Dean Winchester prays."

When Dean Winchester prays it may or may not be time to pitch in.

And then the son of a bitch had prayed. More like yelled...but the point is it came to Chuck loud and clear. Dean Winchester had looked up to heaven, thought about God, acknowledged his existence and had spoken words.

Chuck had to appreciate the man. Of course only Sam would push him to it. So Dean was desperate and angry and his heart was near breaking. Chuck just had to laugh when he proceeded to call him names in the first sentence he'd ever spoken directly to him.

So fair enough. Metatron was right it was time not to give up. It was time to realize what he thought was a failure was just a mistake and humanity was continually trying to remedy it. Sam and Dean hadn't meant to release Amara and they were about to lose their very lives trying to fix it. It was time for Chuck to take a page out of humanity's book. It was time work hard and try.

Humanity did its part, the Angels did their part, even the demons behaved accordingly...Dean Winchester, like always had done his part, even though Chuck had thought it impossible. So he's pretty sure GOD can do his part too...

the end of this first part.

tbc...with something about the AMULET and Amara's promise to Dean that he will survive!

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Part Two.