I don't know where this came from. I'm just in one of those moods.

Warning; Spoilers for Season 4

'This is just too weird,' Dean said, raising an eyebrow at the sight infront of him. Sam nodded, his expression much the same.

'You can say that again,' he agreed wholeheartedly.

'This is jus-'

'I didn't mean it literally!'

'Sorry grumpy...'

The brothers continued to stare in silence at the offending object facing them. The just stood there, unmoving, only speaking every once in a while. Around them the world continued to buzz with activity, which they were oblivious to. Humans bustled past, laden down with shopping, among other things, and cars roared past, but the brothers never moved. They just kept staring at the wall in front of them. Soon the thrum of life died down around them as the sun started to set and the store close by closed down for the day. Soon no-one passed. As soon as silence reigned again Dean spoke up, shattering the hours of silence.

'Seriously dude,' he growled 'Is this for real, or what? 'Coz I'm going to kill him if it is.' Sam nodded in acknowledgment. The brothers had mixed emotions about the object on the wall. They were confused as hell, for one. Angry was closely following, a long with millions of others.

'Chuck is so dead.'

There might not have been all that many things that Dean and Sam would agree on but this was one of them. Even Sam, with his more humane, gentle nature knew that he wasn't going to be the one holding Dean back on this one. He was just as keen as his older brother is.

'He's crossed the line,' Sam agreed, his voice deadly serious. Glancing at each other, the brothers turned in unison and made their way down the block to the Impala. The slammed their doors and the Chevy's engine roared to life. The car pelted down the street, going way over the legal limit. The raced off to find their prey. Chuck, tho one who released the Supernatural books, putting their lives on public display, for all the world to read about. Chuck, the prophet of the Lord, protected by archangels, who would destroy all who seek to harm the prophet.

As they raced down the stretch of road, the offending piece of paper fluttered harmlessly to the ground. On it, Sam and Deans own petulant faces glared back under different names. In bold writing at the top of the poster read, Supernatural, and in smaller italics, Thursdays at 9. Only on the CW.

Prophet or not, Chuck Shurley was so dead.