The house was quiet on the early Sunday morning. The sun had been up for only a few hours and still no one in the two story house. Then the sound of beeping and the radio turned on, the upbeat top forty Billboard hit breaking the silence.

"Good morning, Columbia! It's sixty on this fine Sunday morning! Don't forget-"

The local radio DJ was cut short due to the radio being unplugged from the wall. A groan followed the silence. In the queen sized bed, in a mess of blankets, a dark haired young woman popped her head up and opened her eyes. She looked over to her left to see that the spot next her in bed was empty. Letting out a sigh she threw the blankets off her and got out of bed. With her green eyes barely opened she walked across the room to her dresser, grabbing her work clothes from the top of the dresser. Without even thinking about it she pulled her dark wash jeans on. As if she was a robot she got ready for her early morning.

Walking out of the bedroom she went into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror, not even bothering turning on the light. Seeing her reflection in the mirror she squinted her eyes and moved her right hand through the mess of light brown hair. With her left hand she grabbed a light blue hair tie off the sink counter and then started to run her fingers through her hair, trying to get the knots out of it. Putting her hair up in a ponytail she then grabbed her toothbrush and started to brush her teeth, trying to get rid of the bad morning breath. After a minute or two she put the pink toothbrush back in the jar next to the fasset and then left the bathroom. As she walked down the hallway towards the stairs she could hear someone walking around down stairs.

Going down the stairs she saw a man standing in the living room with his back to her. He was wearing a worn out dark bathrobe, one that she wanted to burn with a passion, and she could tell by the way he was standing that he was drinking.

"Chuck?"

He turned around and looked at her, and just as she thought there was a bottle of whiskey in his hand. He was wearing a pair of blue boxers and a old grey shirt, that had hole around the collar from over the years. He curly brown hair was tousled and looked like a mess. The beard that was growing on his face was slowly starting to get out of control. When she saw the look on his blue eyes her stomach dropped.

"Ariel."

The look in his eyes just made Ariel want to cry. He had another one of his dreams again. Sure, this had been happening before they had even started dating, but it killed her a little bit every time she'd see him like this.

Chuck looked over at her and saw the look on her face made him sigh and look back at the bottle in his hand.

"What are you doing up?"

"Chuck I have to go to work, you know to get money."

"... Ariel."

She let out a groan and walked away from him towards the front door to get her shoes and purse. Chuck put the bottle down on the coffee table and walked after her.

"Ariel, wait."

"Chuck, I'm going to be late."

"But, I just-"

"I have to go."

Ariel picked up her black converse and grabbed her purse off the coat rack in the corner of the small entryway. Before opening the door Ariel turned back around to Chuck and gave him a quick kiss.

"I'll be back around four, okay."

He just nodded then Ariel gave him a small smile, which he returned. Taking a few steps over to the door, Ariel opened the door and left the house. When the door shut Chuck was back in his work of quite, that until Ariel came back from work that was hours away. He reached over to the door, turning the lock, then walked back into the living room. It was a mess and he knew it and Ariel had tried cleaning it many times before but, it would just become a mess again. This room had become Chuck's bedroom. He hadn't slept in bed with Ariel in months, it was like he hardly lived there any more. For the last six months his headaches and dreams had become more intense. That meant his drinking had become more intense. He had never physically hurt Ariel, he couldn't bring himself to do that, not even drunk. His drinking did hurt her, she just wished and prayed that the dreams and headaches would stop.

Chuck walked back into the living room and went to his desk. The dark table top was covered with paper, books, pens, pencils, and beer cans. Sitting down he looked at his computer screen and saw the picture frame that he had off to the right. It was of him and Ariel from when they first started dating. They were sitting together at a table in a bar at their friend Billy's concert. They were sitting close together, Chuck was kissing Ariel's cheek while she was holding up a beer with a smile on her face. Chuck smiled at the picture, remembering that night almost three years ago. Things seemed to be similar back then, more happy. Ariel didn't work around the clock, they both had jobs, Chuck's migraines weren't as bad, and he could sleep without drinking himself to sleep every night.

Sighing Chuck looked down at the notebook that was left open from late last night, seeing where he had left off. Sam and Dean were hunting a vengeful spirit at a school that the brothers went to when they were kids.

"Chuck?"

Ariel called as she opened the front of the house. She held onto the top of a white paper McDonalds bag with a drink carrier in the other hand. Walking into the house she kicked her right leg back, closing the door, and then walked into the living room. She saw Chuck sitting at his desk with his head down. After watching him for a few seconds she watched his breathing seeing that he was asleep and it looked peaceful for once. Smiling, Ariel walked into the kitchen and put the bag and drinks on the table then hurried up stairs to the bedroom. She hurried and took off her jeans and threw them on the floor and grabbed a pair of Chuck's clean boxers from the dresser, pulled her arms into her sweatshirt and took of her bra, letting it drop to the floor. With her change of clothes she went back down stairs and over to Chuck.

Ariel tiptoed over to the desk and she wrapped her arms around his waist and then started placing kisses on his neck.

"Chuck, baby. You should wake up."

Chuck stared a little in his sleep, but he didn't open his eyes. Ariel laughed and moved her lips to his ear.

"Baby, I really want you to wake up."

"Five more minutes."

"I have food."

Chuck's head turned and he looked up at her.

"Really?"

Ariel smiled and laughed, she kissed him then walked into the kitchen with Chuck following behind her. She pulled out a chair and sat down, grabbing her drink and passing Chuck his cup. Chuck grabbed the bag and opened it up taking the food out. Ariel grabbed the fries, dumped them in the bag, then ripped the top of it off.

"How was work?"

"Was work. I had a shift with those two high school girls."

Ariel said taking a handful of fries in her hand and Chuck laughed at her. She glared at him and threw a fry at him.

"It's not funny. I can't stand those girls. They make me want to beat my head against the wall."

Chuck just laughed again and put his hand on her leg, making her blush.

"Don't go doing that. I'd miss you."

The blush on Ariel's face turned a shade deeper at his words. Then their moment was ruined by Ariel starting to cough. She brought her elbow up over her mouth and Chuck's eyes grew with worry as the coughing started to sound worse. When Ariel stopped she slowly pulled her elbow away slowly and looked to see that all was well. Feeling Chuck's worried eyes on her, she looked up and put her right hand on his bearded cheek.

"I'm fine."

"It's getting worse."

"I'm still here, aren't I?"

He looked down and nodded. Seeing that kind of look on Chuck's face, one of heartbreak and worry, made her feel like such a burden. Moving her thumb on Chuck's cheek Ariel gave him a weak smile.

"Chuck, I'll be fine."

"Ariel, I'm scared-"

"Don't be. I'll be right here."

Chuck was about to say something when another one of his killer migraines hit him again. As he closed his eyes he saw flashes of black and white images of two men went through his head. Ariel hurried over to Chuck's desk and grabbed a bottle of whiskey from it and got back to Chuck, handing it to him. He brought it to his lips and took a long drink as the pain passed.

"Chuck?"

Ariel asked from where she stood on her knees in front of him with her hands on his knees, her eyes looking up at him, waiting for an answer. After a minute Chuck nodded and opened his eyes and looked down at her, making a weak smile form on his face.

"You know, I'm getting ideas with you down there."

"Gross, Chuck."

Ariel said getting up and slapping his chest, playfully. Walking back over to her seat she took another handful of fries.

"You're so gross."

"Can't blame a guy for trying."

She smiled and threw another fry at him. Chuck smiled and put the bottle of cheap whiskey down on the table and pushed the box that his burger was in towards him. He could feel Ariel still looking at him, out of the corner of his eye he looked over at her and say that she was looking at him while she ate her fries.

"I'm fine, Arie."

"Chuck, they keep getting worse, not to mention more intense. I've read some of the stuff you've written over the past month, and it's getting graphic. What's this whole stuff with angels now? Maybe we should take you to a doctor-"

"Arie, you know we can't afford that. The dreams have been dying down, don't worry about me, please."

"I can try."

Chuck gave her a small smile then looked down at his food. As he looked at the burger he thought over what he had seen, Sam and Dean knocking on the front door, asking to talk with him.

Author's Note:

And, now I have a Chuck story. I'm sorry, I couldn't resit! Robbie is just the cutest and I love him. Plus, I watched 'The Monster at the End of this Book' today and this idea popped in my head.

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