Hello people. This is just a little something I thought of while listening to Sound of Silence by Simon and Garfunkel. It's a great song. Anyway, I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural nor the lyrics to a Sound of Silence.

Chuck, formally known as god, sat there staring at the his glass of whiskey, swilling it round the glass making lights spark off the places it touched as he listened to the song which seemed so very apt to the current situation on earth. He had walked away long ago. Deciding to leave it to the things he had created to keep it as it should, and what a bloody mess they had made of it. And now she was back, and she was looking for him. Wanting vengeance on the brother who had locked her away. If only he could give to her. End all the pain she was causing and face her like a man, as the saying went. But he knew if he did that nothing would survive. But was he really ready to put the fate of the world once more into the Winchesters hand? They had stopped so much, but could they stop her? Not to mention that Lucifer was running around inside Castiel. That was something he had certainly never seen coming. How had his son, the shining light that had pulled Dean from hell, fallen so far that he would say yes to Lucifer? What had the Winchesters, those he cared most for, done that he would agree to that? Was there any point in him offering any help to those who would treat another in such a way that giving himself over to the devil with his idea of redemption? Was there any point in trying to save his creations when all they did was destroy? It seemed all he had ever touched turned to dust, so why not this world as well. This universe.

With that he started to sing along to the song he had playing on repeat.

"Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence.

"Fools," said I, "You do not know.
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you.
Take my arms that I might reach you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming.
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sounds of silence.""

With that Chuck downed the whiskey in his glass. It seemed the universe had spoken, or at least Simon and Garfunkel had. It was time for him to enter the ring as it were, face what was to come, and deal with the fall out his departure had caused. It was time for him to face his sister.