Chapter 1-

Chuck the prophet, laid on his couch with a bottle of beer in one hand and a bottle of aspirin in the other. He quickly took a couple of the tablets and a swig of beer as he felt another one of his migraines coming on. As the pain killers and alcohol started to take effect, he slowly drifted off to sleep as the visions started to plague him. He starting squirming around on the sofa, hands pushing on the sides of his head trying to control the pain. Several visions and flashes pushed into his mind.

He then woke with a start and proceeded to get up off the couch. As he realised what his visions had meant, he sighed and quickly finished off the rest of his bottle of beer. Why was he chosen to be a prophet of the Lord? Why couldn't he go back to being the drunken unsuccessful writer he thought he was until that fateful day when he had learned the truth.

"Oh crap, I'm a dead man……Dean is gonna be pissed!!" he said as he reached for the bottle of Jack Daniels….he definitely needed something stronger as he began to frantically type away on his computer the revelations that appeared to him.

Meanwhile, Sam and Dean were sat in a bar, toasting the end of a successful hunt they had been working on all week.

"Come on Sammy, you should totally get that chick's number, dude…she is hot!"

"Dean, just 'cos you are constantly thinking about getting laid all the time it doesn't mean that I am!"

"Ok…fine, your loss…just trying to help you man" Dean said as he lazily drank from his beer bottle and casually eyed up and smiled at the waitress who walked pass. She turned around and smiled back at him.

"You should really lighten up and have a little fun once in a while".

"Shut up Dean…I do have fun…".

"You research all the time Sammy, that aint fun, and that certainly aint like porn!", Dean interjected.

"Whatever, I'm tired, lets go back to the Motel room…….and its SAM not Sammy….I'm not a chick!" Sam said defensively.

"Well you certainly behave like one, what with all the whining….." Dean said as he looked over at Sam who was currently looking down at the floor with his puppy dog eyes.

Dean gave in and chugged down the rest of his beer. "OK, fine, lets get the hell outta here….go see what the movie channels are like." he winked back at Sam.

They both left the stuffy bar and went out through the doors, across the street and into their Motel room. Sam immediately flopped down onto the bed , and closed his eyes exhaustion taking over him.

"I'm hungry man, I'm gna go get a cheeseburger and fries……you want anything Sam?" he asked, looking over at his brother who was now turning over on his front.

"No, I'm good!" Sam said sleepily, pulling a pillow up over his head.

Dean sighed and walked out of the room and outside ,where he inhaled deeply the fresh air around him. The lights outside the Motel started to flicker uncontrollably and Dean couldn't help but sense that something wasn't right. He was too tired to deal with demons right now. He cautiously turned around to see the dark outline of a familiar figure.

"Cas! You decided to show your face then!" Dean laughed thanking his lucky stars it wasn't a demon.

"We need to talk Dean", he said in a cautious tone of voice, his long trench coat billowing around him.

"About time….is this when you are actually going to tell me the real reason why you dragged my sorry ass out of hell?"

"All in good time Dean……it will become apparent to you soon……the angels have work for you Dean….we need you to give yourself to the angels……swear your allegance to God".

"And why the hell would I do that Cas?!" Dean spat.

"Because you are the chosen one, and if you disagree, then I can always throw you back into hell…"

Dean grimaced as those bitter memories of his time down under flooded his mind. He swallowed hard, took a step forward towards the angel. "And if I agree?" he said.

"I promise that you will be protected,………you and Sam……and that you will play a part in winning this war".

"OK…….I guess…..this war aint gonna win itself…..and I don't see anyone else coming to help us".

"So Dean, do you give yourself to the angels?".

"Whoa…sounds a bit kinky to me'' he laughed, but looking back at Castiel's unamused face he stopped himself. "Y…..y…..yeah…" he said reluctantly, not sure how they were going to seal the deal.

"Consider it done………we will call on you in due course" said Castiel as he laid his hands on Dean who had felt a sharp jolt within as white light illuminated the darkened street.

Dean opened his eyes, which he wasn't even aware were closed. Castiel was gone and he couldn't help wonder what exactly he had agreed to. He suddenly felt exhausted and realised he no longer wanted that cheeseburger anymore. He took one more look around him, saw that he was the only one around and slunk back into the Motel room and laid down on the bed next to Sam, who was snoring away; unaware of Dean's meeting with Castiel.