Hey guys. So this is story is starting in season four, Episode eighteen. For those it's the episodes titled, 'the Monster at the End of the Book.'
Let me know what you think. The chapter will stay close to the actual episode but refitted to have Bella in it.
And when I written this it actually was really long, so I might cut out some of it when I type it.
So let e know what you think.
Well, I am in trouble. Deep trouble. A prophet word of me. Sort of. The prophet was having dreams, didn't understand them and thought they would make for a great story. Anyways, Sam and Dean found the books and read that they have someone other than Castiel watching over them. And know I have to make my bosses.
But I guess I should start a the beginning of this, haha, well this story.
Or at least when they first found out about me...
"There are Sam girls, Dean girls... What's a slash fan? And who is this mystery girl these fans are wanting to know more about?" Dean asked Sam.
"As in, Sam-Slash-Dean. Together." Sam answered with a disgusted look on his face.
"Like 'Together' together?"
"Yeah."
"They know we're brothers right? And what about this chick? Who is she?" Dean asked, just as disgusted as his brother.
"Doesn't seem to matter to them. And no one knows who she is. The fans want the author to write more about her." Sam asked, taking his laptop back, trying to find out anything more about me.
"Man, that is just... sick. We gotta find this Carver Edlund." Dean sighed as he leaned back against his chair.
"That might not be so easy." Sam answered, rubbing his face.
"Why not?" Dean demanded.
There are no trace records, no known address. Looks like Carver Edlund is a pen name." Sam answered.
So, that's how they first heard about me. And after a lot of hunting they found that Carver Edlund was really a guy named Chuck. Who did not believe that they were the real Sam and Dean Winchester.
"You didn't toy with us, Chuck, okay? You did not create us. We just want to know who this chick is and how you started to write about us." Dean demanded.
Chuck wasn't paying much attention, "Did you really have to live through the bugs?"
"Yeah." Dean answered.
"What about the ghost ship?"
"Yes, that too." Dean answered, getting annoyed.
"I am so sorry." Chuck said, still believing that he was a god.
"Chuck, you're not a god." Dean tried again to get his attention.
"We think you're a psychic." Sam added quickly.
"No. If I were a psychic, you think I would be writing? Writing is hard." Chuck complained slightly.
"But who is this chick?" Dean demanded.
"Are you working on anything now?" Sam asked.
"Holy crap." Chuck muttered.
"What?" Dean demanded.
"The latest book. It's uh.. kinda weird." Chuck answered.
"Weird how?"
"It's very Vonnegut." Chuck answered, slightly worried.
"Slaughterhouse-five Vonnegut or Cat's Cradle Vonnegut?" Dean asked for clarification.
"What?" Sam asked confused.
"It's Kilgore Trout Vonnegut. I wrote myself into it. I wrote myself at my house, confronted by my characters. But I did not expect you to come asking about her."
After Sam and Dean realized that they would not get much more out of Chuck they left. But, I stayed to see if Chuck knew anything about me. All I found was that like all his readers, he knew nothing of me. They all just see(read) that I am an invisible force that protects Sam and Dean.
"So you wrote another Chapter?" Sam asked.
"You guys aren't going to like this. You especially." Chuck answered, looking at Dean. "It's Lilith. She's coming for Sam. And the woman."
"Coming to kill him?" Dean demanded.
"When?"Sam asked.
"Tonight." Chuck answered.
"She's just gonna show up? Here?And what about the chick? What does Lilith want with her?" Dean questioned.
After they fought with each other, Sam and Dean demanded to know how Chuck came up with the chapters.
"Well, it usually starts with a headache. A really bad headache. Aspirin is useless. So I usually drink myself to sleep. Af first I thought it was a crazy dream." Chuck explained.
"First time you dreamed about us?"
"It flowed. It just kept flowing. It still does. I can't stop it, really." Chuck continued.
"You can't seriously believe-"Sam tried to deny.
"Just humor me." Dean interrupted. "Look, why did we- we just" Dean tried to find the right words, he couldn't find them so he just took the papers out of Chuck's hands. "Take a look at these and see what's what."
After reading a bit, they realized that this would be useful against Lilith.
Anyways, while Sam and Dean tried to play opposite day, Chuck made a house call. At first it was just about the fact that Sa had demon blood in him.
Chuck was trying to tell Sam that it was Deans job to stop the apocalypse. But Sam was arguing that Dean was not the same since he returned from hell. after they argued a bit Chuck told him something. Something that is going to get me into a lot of trouble.
"It wasn't just the angel that pulled Dean out f hell. This woman made it easier for him. If it wasn't for her, Dean wouldn't be here."
"Will I be strong enough to beat Lilith tonight?" Sam questioned.
"I don't know. I haven't seen that far yet. But if you go up against her, you'll need the help of the woman. You both need her help." Chuck said before leaving.
So, after Chuck left, he only ended up running into a spot of trouble with Dean.
"How the hell are you doing this?" Dean demanded, shoving Chuck against a wall.
"Dean, let him go." Castiel ordered. "This man is to be protected."
"Why?" Dean demanded, not letting him go just yet.
"He is a prophet of the lord." Castiel answered.
"Your Castiel, aren't you?" Chuck asked, starstruck, that an angel was in his house.
"It is an honor to meet you, Chuck. I admire your work." Castiel replied, picking up a copy of one of the books.
"Whoa, whoa, what? Wait, this guy, a prophet! Come on, he's practically a Penthouse Forum writer." Dean turned to Chuck, "Did you know about this?"
"I might have uh, I might have dreamt about it." Chuck answered.
"And you didn't tell us?" Dean fumed
"It was too preposterous, not to mention arrogant. Writing yourself into the story is one thing but as a prophet? That's like M Night level doucheness." Chuck answered, cradling his drink.
"this is the guy that decides our fate?" Dean asked Castiel, who was still reading one of the books.
"He isn't deciding anything. He is a mouthpiece, a conduit for the inspired word."
"The word? The word of God? What, like the New New Testament?"
"One day, these books will be known as the Winchester Gospel." Castiel said while putting the book down.
Chuck found it to be a little too much to handle, and excused himself.
"Him? Really?" Dean asked, confusion lacing his voice.
"You should have seen Luke."
"Why did he get tapped?"
"I don't know how prophets are chosen. The order comes from high upon the celestial chain of command."
"How high?"
"Very high."
"Well, Whatever. How do we get around this? And what about the woman?" Dean sighed.
"Around what?" Castiel asked confused.
"The Sam-Lilith love connection thing. How do we stop it from happening?"
"What a prophet writes can't be unwritten. As he seen it, so it'll shall come to pass." Castiel answered.
"And what about the woman?" Dean asked.
"Who?" Castiel asked, confused.
"There is this woman who was written that we wouldn't be alive without." Dean answered.
"I don't know who she is, but I will check with my brothers if they know who she is." Castiel answered before disappearing.
-Back at the hotel room-
When Dean got back to the room, he and Sam got into a bit of a spat. And Dean went to the vending machine to cool off a bit.
"Well, I feel stupid doing this, but I am fresh out of options. So please, I need some help. I'm praying okay. C'mon. Please."
I made the stupid decision and I started to talk to Dean. "I'm here." I whispered. "I'm here to help Dean."
I would have said more if Castiel didn't decide to show up.
"Prayer is a sign of faith. This is a good sign Dean." Castiel spoke, slightly startling Dean.
"So you'll help me?" Dean asked with a little hope.
"I'm not sure what I can do." Castiel answered, regrettably.
"Drag Sam outta here before Lilith shows up?" Dean suggested.
"It's a prophecy Dean. I cannot interfere." Castiel answered.
"You have tested me and thrown me every which way. And I have asked for anything. Not a damn thing. But now, I am asking. I need your help. Please." Dean pleaded.
"What you're asking, It's not within my power to do."
"Why? Because it's devine prophecy?" Dean asked, getting pissed off again.
"Yes."
"So what are we suppose to do. Sit around and wait for it to happen?"
"I'm sorry." Castiel apologized.
"Screw you." Dean was pissed. "Screw you and your mission. Your God. If you don't help me now then when the time comes and you need me, don't even bother knocking."
"I'll help you both Dean." I whispered.
"Dean. Dean!"
"What?" He snapped.
"you must understand why I cannot intercede. Prophets are special. They're protected."
"I get that." He fumed.
"If anything threatens a prophet at all, an arch angel will appear and destroy that threat. Arch Angels are fierce. They are absolute. They are heavens most powerful, terrifying weapon." Castiel explained.
"And these arch angels, they are tied to the prophets?"
"Yes."
So if the prophet was in the same room as a demon.." Dean started to ask.
"Then the most powerful fearsome wrath of heaven would rain down on the demon. Just so you understand why I can't help."
"Thanks Cas. But I have a little extra help on the side." Dean said as he went to get Chuck.
Back at the hotel room I was having a difficult time with Sam. Lilith had shown up. And Dean was no where around.
"Where is the knife, Sam?" Lilith asked.
"On the nightstand by the bed." Sam answered, hoping to trap her in a Devil's trap. But she found the trap, and with her amount of power, she burnt the trap away.
"You're going to have to tr harder then that."
"How about this?" Sam asked, raising his hand, trying to exercise her.
"You're strong. But you're not that strong. Not yet."
"So why don't you throw me around then." Dammit, I swear, they love making my job difficult.
"Because I can't and you know it. You're immune to my charms. Seems like we're at a stalemate."
"Why are you here?"
"To talk. And to take something, well someone, from you."
"Hm. Well, I'm not interested."
"Even if I'm offering to stand down? From the Seals, the Apocalypse, all of it?" She questioned before taking a seat on the bed.
"You expect me to believe that?" Sam asked.
"Honestly, no. You were always the smart one. But it's the truth. But you can still end it Sam. Right here. Right now. I'll stop breaking seals, Lucifer keeps rotting in his cage. And all you have to do is agree to my terms."
"Why would you back down? Why now?" Sam questioned.
Contrary to popular belief, I cannot do anything but talk to them unless there is a direct threat to Sam and Dean's life. So Sam is hopefully buying himself time till Dean gets here. But damn it, where are you Dean?
"Turns out, I don't survive this war. Killed off right before the good part starts." Lilith slightly pouted at the thought of being killed off.
"What is you want?" Damn it, you better be stalling Sam. It's bad enough protecting you guys from each other, and now you are openly challenging Lilith.
"For things to go back to the ways it was. For it to be like before I had angels to deal with twenty-four seven. The good old days, when it was baby blood all the time."
"And what do you want in return? Besides her" The demons can't have me, or any of my kind. Our bosses I guess would not let that happen.
"Your head on a stick. Dean's too. Call it a consolation prize. Plus, with your woman, nothing would ever happen to me again. So, what do you say Sam. Self-sacrifice is the Winchester way isn't it?"
Sadly, Lilith is right. Much to my dislike, these two would willingly give up their lives if it meant saving the world or each other.
"You think I'm stupid enough to fall for this?"I sure hope not, I'll have to pay the prize if you die tonight.
"I make a deal, I have to follow through with it. These are the rules and you know it. Are you really so arrogant that you put your life before the lives of six billion people? Maybe it's all that demon blood pumping through your pipes. A man after my own heart." Damn bitch, trying to seduce Sam into not thinking straight.
"You think I'm like you? I am nothing like you!"
Then prove it. Going once... Going twice..."
"Fine." GOD DAMN IT SAM!
The damn bitch just smirked. "Swell. By the way, a contract with me will take more than a kiss. A lot more. Don't worry. The dental hygenist in here? She wants it bad." Lilith explained before patting the bed. Sam started to walk towards the bed.
"Sam! No! Don't you try dare do this!" I tried to yell at him. Which didn't help. So I did what I could. I couldn't stop Sam from having sex with Lilith, so I ran to Dean.
"Dean!" I yelled at him, which was a bad idea, it caused Dean to swerve the car. "Dean! Dean, you gotta hurry! Sam is in trouble!"
By the time we got back to the room, Lilith had Sam pinned t the bed, knife in hand.
"I am the prophet Chuck!" Chuck yelled as he and Dean ran into the room.
"Oh you have got to be joking." Lilith fumed as she got off of Sam.
As the room began shake, Dean told Lilith it was no joke. "You see, Chuck here's got an arch angel on his shoulder." As the room got brighter and shake harder, Dean yelled, "You got ten seconds before this room is full of wrath and you're a piece of charcoal. So you sure you want to tangle with that?"
The roof started to crumble and I remembered that the arch angel would strike anything demon related.
"Dean! She has to leave now! Sam will die if she doesn't!" I yelled at him.
With a little luck, she left her host body and the room stopped shaking. As everything calmed down, I erased the woman's memory of ever being posed by Lilith.
So... That's how I, kinda, reveled myself to Sam and Dean. And now... I'm sitting in the back of 'Baby,' as the two of them bicker.
"So, a deal huh?"Dean asked as they left town, the trap still flapping in the back.
"That's what she said." Sam answered, not even looking at Dean.
"To call the whole thing off. Angel's, Seals, Lucifer rising, stealing our-uh- chick, the whole nine?" Dean questioned.
"That was the gist of it. But she still wanted her. Lilith said that we would not be alive without her. And that if she had our woman, nothing would ever happen to her."
"Well, she's right. Whoever this chick is, if she did not come and get me, you could have been dead right now." Dean took a deep breath before talking again. "You didn't once think about it?"
"You're kidding right? You just spent al day trying to talk me off the Lilith track."
"I'm just saying." Dean defended himself.
"She would have found away to weasel her was out of it. And all it would have cost us was our lives and the life of a woman we don't even know."
"Yeah, I guess you're right."
"Anyways, that's not the point."
"What's the point?"
"The point is she's scared. I could see it. Lilith is running."
"Running from what?" Dean muttered.
"I don't know. But she was telling the truth about two things."
"What's that?"
"She needs whoever is helping us and she's not going to survive the Apocalypse. I'll make sure she doesn't." Sam promised.
Anyways...
Kinda dull and long for a first chapter...
But I have a question...
Who do you want Bella to end up with?
Dean, Cas, Sam or Adam?
Let me know what you think,
Who you want her to end up with,
and if I should continue with the story?
Auggie.