"Oh, God," Chuck groaned and jumped up from the couch. He stood in the center of the room looking heavenward and spinning around kept repeating, "Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God."
"What is it?" Castiel demanded grabbing his shoulders to stop his circular motion. The angel wanting to comfort the man while at the same time he wanted to throttle him for his hysterics.
Chuck looked at Castiel blankly as if he didn't know who he was and the angel shook him impatiently and repeated, "What is it? What has my Father shown you?" The prophet turned his eyes away from the angel and stared at Sam Winchester.
Sam's heart sank at the look of abject misery on Chuck's face and he wondered what else could possibly go wrong...or be wrong. What else did God or Satan have in store for him? But when Dean came back into the room and Chuck looked at him with the same wretchedness, his eyes wide with fear, Sam knew it was more than just him.
"What is it? What'd you see?" Dean asked coming up to him. He pushed Chuck back with his mere presence until the frightened man backed into a wall, thumping his head, but still Chuck couldn't speak.
He was afraid of Dean's reaction to his latest flash from above and, though it was only flashes, what God had shown him was horrendous in its cruelty, unthinkable in this day and age and too late to stop.
Seeing the terror in the young prophet's face fed his own fear but Dean dismissed the flight option and grabbed Chuck by the collar. He pulled his face to within an inch of his and ground out, "Is it Bobby?" Chuck's eyes widened in response to the question and Dean had his answer.
He pushed Chuck none to gently back against the wall and pulled his cell phone from his jeans pocket and mashed the speed dial number for Robert Singer, Sioux Falls, South Dakota. It began to ring through only to have a machine pick up. "Jesus H Christ," Dean said in a fit of pique when the same message came through on his second and third tries, "This doesn't make any sense."
"Don't blaspheme, Dean," Gabriel rebuked him as she stood in the doorway watching.
The hunter stared at her, mentally shaking his head, still unable to reconcile the hooker with the heavenly body to well, the heavenly body and he sighed peevishly and capitulated. "Okay, okay but it's been a long year so cut me some slack, will ya."
"Are you sure you dialed it right? Chuck asked and grimaced at the looks of scorn sent his way by both Dean and Sam, who had tried dialing Bobby's CIA, Homeland Security and FBI numbers, only to get the same recorded message.
Handing his phone off to Chuck the prophet listened intently repeating aloud the message, 'You've reached Mark. It's fifteen twenty one hours and I'm wheels up. So leave a message'. Looking up, his forehead wrinkled in dismay, Chuck asked, "Who's Mark?"
Dean scrubbed his hand across his face and hissed, "Dios lo maldiga!"
Gabriel reminded him that, "He also speaks Spanish...fluently!" and he just rolled his eyes.
"I mean it's Bobby's voice but what's it mean?" Chuck asked meekly handing the phone back to Sam.
"You're the prophet," Dean snapped angrily, "You tell us," and Chuck could only gape like a fish out of water because he didn't have an answer.
Chuck Surley was just the messenger and he didn't want to be killed, or at the very least pummeled by Dean Winchester, so he thought it best to keep quiet about...everything.
Castiel cleared his throat drawing the attention of all in the room and said in his best Sunday school teacher's voice, "Mark, chapter 15: verse 21. And they compelled one Simon, a Cyrenian, who passed by, coming out of the country, the father of Alexander and Rufus, to bear his cross."
"He's at Rufus Turner's. Let's go, Sammy," Dean said and grabbed his leather jacket.
But no one moved and all eyes turning to Gabriel, who simply stood, chewing absently on a ragged cuticle. "What?" she asked when the silence penetrated her heavenly thoughts and shaking her head she told them, "I'm not riding in that car. It's a death trap. The traffic here is worse than a chariot race at the Coliseum."
"And I'd rather not go because..." Chuck started but Dean grabbed him roughly by the arm and he finished weakly, "I get car sick."
"You're going!" Dean decided and turned to the Archangel, "He can travel without you can't he, Pinky?"
"He'd only slow me up," she said and with a snap of her gum and her fingers Gabriel and Castiel were gone.
"Where'd they go?" Chuck asked stupidly and then said in unison with Dean as he was dragged out the front door and down the porch steps, "You're the prophet, you tell us."
Shoving him unceremoniously into the back seat of the Impala Dean also added, "And if you ralph in my car, Pinky or no, I'm gonna kill you.