My coffee sat cold on the table, completely forgotten by me as I listened intently to God.
He told me all of Sam and Dean's story, right back to when their mother, Mary, got killed by a demon, and then their whole lives after.
We had been sitting for hours, and it had been an emotional roller coaster.
I felt like I knew them personally, and was attached to them more and more as each moment of their lives was told to me.
I could tell God loved them and was so proud of them, but they needed help because they kept screwing up.
Even with an angel guardian called Castiel!
Castiel had been taken over by Lucifer though, with permission...Castiel had believed Lucifer could defeat Amara.
Anyway, Sam had been poisoned by Amara's fog, and while he thought he was dying, he had went into a chapel and prayed.
"It was so heartfelt...so pure, you know? Sam felt so responsible for letting Amara out..which yeah is true, but it wasn't malicious, and he just wanted help to fix it. Not for me to fix everything, but to help him fix everything. To let Dean have a normal life. I'm telling ya, I was a bit teary!" God finalised, deep in thought.
I wiped away a tear from my own eye and cleared my throat.
"What do you want me to do?" I asked softly.
"I want you to help me answer Sam's prayer." He replied softly, tenderly holding my hand.
"How?" I stressed, unsure on what I could do, of anything.
"Don't ever doubt yourself - to answer Sam's prayer, I need you to help him defeat the darkness. I'll help too, as will others. But I need you to do this so they have a female in the mix...it sort of calms them down and helps them see sense when they have a friend with them - they have lost Castiel because he allowed Lucifer inside him, and they don't trust Crowley since he's a demon. They haven't met me yet - well, not as God anyway, just as Chuck. Oh, I'd prefer it if you called me that by the way, instead of God - Chuck is simple, and friendly."
I smiled - He was right after all.
"Alright..Chuck...I'll do anything you ask of me. Just tell me where to go, and I'll go." I promised, feeling a tad emotional as I said it - this was quite a religious experience after all!
Chuck breathed out gently, also feeling the emotion I was giving out.
"Thank you, Jess. I will transport you there - just tell them you were sent by a friend and that it'll all make sense in time. They probably won't believe you, but give them time, and they'll learn to love and trust you, alright?"
I nodded, eager to please the lord. I was also eager to meet Sam and Dean, since I had heard their entire story - I felt close to them despite the fact I had never actually met them in person.
Clearing my throat, I looked into Chuck's eyes.
"Chuck...you know everything, so you know I'll do anything for you. But I have to admit, I'm a bit scared - these boys have been through a lot, and they may well reject me...and after my brother died, no-one has been my friend. They all rejected me."
Chuck was silent for a moment, before slowly holding my hand.
"You don't need to be afraid, Jess. At first, even though you can't see me, I'll always be right there with you, so you know that you are never alone. But the boys will not reject you. It may take them time to trust you...so you'll have to tell them you're a hunter. Here, I'll give you all the information and skills."
I raised my eyebrows, but said nothing.
I trusted him, so I nodded.
At once, there was a bright, white light, and my head was filled with knowledge.
I breathed out, a little overwhelmed, and tried to steady myself.
When I came back to reality, I realised I had been gripping Chuck's hand tightly.
"Sorry!" I fretted, as I tried to get my breathing under control.
"It's ok, I'm here for you - just relax. OK, I think we should test you to make sure it worked, eh?" Chuck replied, smiling.
"I'm certain it did, you're GOD!" I laughed, but I agreed to go along with it anyway.
"Alright - how do you kill a vampire?"
"Decapitation."
"Good - ghost?"
"Salt and burn any remains."
"Great - how about werewolf?"
"Silver, the colt, or decapitation."
Chuck grinned.
"Well done!" he praised, filling me immensely with joy.
"I've really got this!" I exclaimed, excited.
"Yes, you do!" Chuck reassured me, happy at my confidence.
Laughing, I couldn't help but hug him again.
"Wow...thank you so much for this!" I whispered genuinely.
Chuck cleared his throat, happy, but aware that time was ticking.
"Ok, Jess. I'm going to zap you there now, alright? Good luck, and remember, even when it gets scary, I'm always here for you."
I nodded solemnly, and waited.
Chuck nodded back and clicked his fingers.
Suddenly, I appeared in front of a bunker.
It had been such a strange feeling - like falling, while not moving at all, and definitely disorientating - I was dizzy for a few seconds and felt pretty sick, but it passed.
"Phew that was weird, but so cool!" I giggled.
Smiling, I shook my head at myself and knocked on the bunker door.
