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Chapter 8
Over the next three weeks, Zachariah, a higher class angel was testing Sam & Dean. Their memories were altered & they met at work & eventually worked together to stop a ghost. Zachariah claimed it was to prove to Dean that he was meant to be a hunter. It's in his blood & his destiny.
Sam & Dean stumbled upon a series of books called Supernatural & quickly learned they were about them & their lives. They read through a few & they had details they didn't even tell each other about. The last one before the publisher went bankrupt was about Sam & Dean going after Lilith & ending with Dean going to hell. Sam & Dean tracked down the author after a few days & went to his house. When they knocked they weren't expecting a messy looking man in his pajamas & bathrobe.
"You Chuck Shurley?" Dean asked,
"You wrote the Supernatural books?"
"Maybe, why?"
"I'm Dean, this is Sam, you've been writing about us."
Chuck sighed, "Look guys I appreciate the enthusiasm, it's nice to hear from the fans but for your own good I strongly suggest you get a life."
"We have a life, you've been using it to write your books." Dean forced his way into the house & Sam closed the door behind them.
Chuck backed up scared, "Hold on this isn't funny,"
"Damn straight it's not funny!"
Sam could see Dean was being the bad cop, "We just wanna know how you're doing it,"
"I'm not doing anything!"
"You've been writing about us!" Dean slammed him against a wall. "How the hell do you know about us?"
"I don't know,"
"Dean calm down!" Sam urged,
"Are you a hunter?" Dean asked ignoring his brother.
"No, I'm just a writer,"
"Then how do you know so much about demons? Tulpas? Or changlings?"
"I have dreams & then write them that's all!"
"Are you a psychic?"
"No! These books aren't real!"
Dean got angrier, "Don't lie to me!"
"Do you know about the angels or Lilith breaking the seals?"
"How do you know about that?"
"How do you!"
"Dean let him go!" Dean turned around & Castiel stood there. "This man is to be protected."
"Why?"
"He's a prophet of the lord."
"You're Castiel…aren't you?" He asked in amazement,
"Hello Charles, it's an honor to meet you."
"I prefer Chuck actually," He corrected.
"Chuck, I admire your work." Castiel said picking up a copy of Supernatural.
"He's a prophet?" Sam asked.
"Are you kidding us? Look at him, he's a mess,"
"Hey!" Chuck said feeling insulted,
"Did you know about this?" Dean barked at Chuck.
Chuck nervously shrugged, "I may have dreamt about it,"
"You couldn't have mentioned that a few minutes ago?"
Chuck poured himself some scotch, "It was too preposterous! Not to mention arrogant! I mean I was writing myself into the latest book, actually being confronted by my characters. Writing yourself into the story is one thing but as a prophet? That's a high level of douchiness,"
Sam & Dean looked at Castiel, "He's gonna decide our fate?"
"He doesn't decide anything. He's simply the mouth piece, a conduit for the inspired word."
"The inspired word?"
"One day, these books will be known as the Winchester Gospel."
"You've gotta be kidding me," Dean & Chuck said together.
"I'm not…kidding you."
"Wait…so my books actually happened?"
"Yeah, they're our life Chuck," Sam explained calmly.
"I can't believe it…your parents…even Jess…I'm so sorry, did you really live through the bugs?" Sam & Dean both nodded. "It's one thing to live through the horrible deaths in your lives but to live through bad writing…"
"I need to talk to you Cas, Sam you stay with the prophet."
"Okay," Sam & Chuck watched as Dean & Castiel left the room. "So Chuck, just how much do you know about me?"
"What do you mean?"
"You said you have dreams & that's how you write the books. Have you had any dreams about me when I'm not with Dean?"
Chuck thought it over for a few seconds, "You mean Ruby & the demon blood?"
"Please don't tell Dean."
"I didn't even write it into the books. I was afraid it would make you look unsympathetic."
Sam made a face, "Unsympathetic? What's that supposed to mean?"
"Come on, seriously I mean, drinking demon blood. You gotta know that's wrong."
"It scares me…I wish I could stop."
"Then why keep in contact with Ruby?"
"I'm addicted to the blood & it makes me stronger. Strong enough to kill Lillith & stop the apocalypse."
"Stopping it is Dean's job."
"He's not himself…not since he got back from hell."
"He's trying to block out the memories. Hell isn't exactly a place you wanna remember. I already dreamt about when he'll tell you about his time in hell."
"You have?"
"I've already written that chapter." Chuck hesitated before continuing. "Look, I'm still in a bit of a state of shock considering what's happened the last few minutes but seems since whatever I dream about happens, I should tell you Sam, that you can't trust Ruby."
"What are you talking about?"
"There's only one demon that you can trust & Ruby isn't it."
"Of course I can trust her. She was there for me when Dean was in hell."
"She tried to kill you both & your father years ago."
Sam took the drink from Chruck. "You may have had a drink too many, that was Meg that tried to kill us."
"No, I'm still working on the next book which is when this will be revealed but that was Ruby pretending to be Meg. The real Meg is still very much Megan Johnson."
"Who's Megan Johnson?"
"She was an innocent soul that went to hell."
"How'd she go to hell if she was so innocent?"
"That's really a story for Castiel to tell you."
"What does she have to do with Cas?"
Chuck grabbed the latest manuscript off his desk & held it out for Sam, "I highly suggest you read this one,"
Sam smacked the manuscript out of Chuck's hand, "I'm not reading any more of these books, published or not, I've lived them."
"That one is more about Castiel's backstory."
"He's an angel, how much of a backstory could he have?"
"You'd be surprised, but I'm telling you Sam, you can't trust Ruby."
"You're lying, Ruby is my friend."
"It's Ruby that's lying to you."
Dean reentered the room. "We gotta go, Cas has a lead on a possible broken seal."
"Okay, Chuck we'll be in touch."
"Be careful guys."
"What were you talking about?" Dean asked as they got in the car.
"Just asking if he had any leads on seals or Lillith, he was glad you killed Alistair." Sam lied.
"It was actually Cas that killed him, it was a personal matter."
"What do you mean?"
"Never mind, it's Cas' business to tell."
Sam rolled his eyes. "Okay whatever,"
Hours later Sam & Dean stopped at a motel to get some sleep. Dean was once again struggling with his nightmares. He woke up with a cold sweat in the middle of the night. Sam had just reentered the room from meeting with Ruby.
"Dean what's wrong? More nightmares?"
"Yeah…they won't stop."
"Four months in hell can't be easy to forget."
"It wasn't four months," Dean muttered.
"What?"
"Time in hell is different…it was more like forty years."
"Oh…" Sam realized this may the time that Chuck had mentioned to him earlier.
"They uh…they sliced & carved & tore at me in ways you can't imagine. Until there was nothing left & then like magic I was whole & they'd start over."
Sam sat on his bed across from Dean. "Dean-"
"Every day Alistair made me an offer," Dean interrupted. "He made me an offer to take me off the rack, if I put souls on & started torturing. I said no for thirty years but I couldn't take it anymore. I started ripping them apart, I lost count of how many souls I…the things I did to them…how I feel…I can still hear the screams in my head…I wish I couldn't feel anything…not a damn thing."
"I'm sorry Dean, I don't know what I can do to help."
"There's nothing you can do Sam. I can't take any of it back."
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