Of course they know Chuck.
Which is good, you have some words for Chuck.
Luckily, "Chuck" just text Dean, saying that it's a life or death situation. You know that it's Becky who actually reached out, but you don't say anything about that. You're worried if you do, they won't go.
And you really, really want to have those words with Chuck.
"So, any idea what we're heading into?" Dean asks, meeting your eyes in the rearview.
You nod. "Brace yourselves, gentlemen. It's a Supernatural convention, but there's an actual haunting there."
Dean frowns. "What the fuck is a supernatural convention?"
You smile. "For the books. It's for fans of the Supernatural books to come together and talk about them."
Sam rolls his eyes. "That sounds… Awful."
You shrug. "It'll be awkward, but you guys will be all right. Plus, it will be good for you guys to see what other people see you as." Your eyes narrow. "And I have some things to discuss with Chuck."
Dean frowns at you in the rearview. "What do you have to talk to Chuck about?"
You smile. "None of your concern, Winchester. Drive on."
xxxxx
Dean catches glimpses of her in the rearview as they head toward the "convention." She looks determined.
His heart had stopped when she'd walked into the ring of holy fire with Gabriel. Her bravery did not outweigh the sheer stupidity of the action, and he's still irritated at her for it. But even if he is mad at her, he finds himself unable to look away from her for long. The way her hair falls on her shoulder, the way she moves when she walks, the fact he hasn't been able to lay her down and have his way with her yet. These things are driving him crazy.
Woman is messing with my head.
xxxxx
When you pull up to the hotel that the convention is being held at, you barely wait for the Impala to stop before you're out of the car and stomping up the stairs to Chuck.
"Dammit, Y/N!" You ignore Dean to stand in front of the small man, who's eyeing you warily.
"Chuck," you say coldly.
"Who are you?"
"Mhm," you hum skeptically, grabbing his elbow and dragging him away from the guys. You turn to look at them. "I'm gonna talk to Chuck for a minute. Go find Becky."
Sam pales. "Becky's here?"
Her delighted squeal lets you know that the guys will be busy for a minute, so you continue dragging Chuck around the building. "Hey! Hey, I don't even know who you are-"
As soon as you're out of sight of the boys, you whirl and glare at Chuck. "The jig is up. I know who you are."
He blinks at you. "What?"
You roll your eyes. "You're God."
He stares at you, and before you can speak again, you and Chuck are standing on a beach that you recognize from the end of season eleven.
He gives you a gentle smile. "I should have known you'd just come right out and say it."
Part of you is freaking the fuck out. This is God you're talking to. You've made it through this so far with pretty much just your snarky attitude with some reckless behavior sprinkled in, but this is God. Can you sass God? Do you go to hell if you sass God? Part of you suspects yes.
But you think of Dean, and how much he's hurting. And how much he's going to be hurt. You think of all of the moments you've just wanted to comfort him, both in the past and what is now the future. When Sam died, when Sam came back without a soul, when Sam was about to die through the trials, when Dean was healed from being a demon, when he wouldn't let Cass heal him…
The thoughts of Dean bolster you. He's your soulmate, and even if you don't know if you can be with him, you can sure as hell fight for him.
So you glare at God and ignore the part of you that's quivering in fear. "What the fuck am I doing here?"
He looks at you serenely. "You've been reunited with Dean."
You roll your eyes. "We can't be reunited when we were never united in the first place." You shake your head. "No, I'm here for a reason. What the fuck is going on?"
He shrugs. "It was a clerical error?"
"No dice."
He sighs. "Look, not everyone gets answers, okay? We shouldn't even be here, I shouldn't be humoring you."
You put your hands on your hips. "You sure as fuck should be humoring me! You drag me away from everything I've ever known, with the exception of Winch, which I appreciate. You drop me here, where there are beautiful, heartbroken men and monsters and about fifty million ways to die, with no know-how or skills. You have someone tell me that Dean is my soulmate, we're supposed to be together forever, or whatever, and now I'm just supposed to accept, 'I shouldn't be humoring you' as an acceptable answer? Fuck that."
He's staring at you again, and some of your fire goes out. Am I about to be smote?
Then he smiles. "I always did like you." He waves his hand. "Walk with me."
You obey, because what the fuck else are you supposed to do, and walk with him, your hands in your jeans pockets, suddenly wishing Dean were with you.
"You know, I created soulmates because I've always liked the idea that two people should find each other," he says conversationally. "It's a really beautiful idea, that there's someone out there for everyone. Of course, it's kind of random, so your soulmate could be born fifteen years after you, or across the world from you, or any other number of terrible things." He smiles. "But it's still beautiful."
You snort, and speak without thinking. "Yeah, unless you're one of the unlucky ones. Then it just sucks."
He nods. "Fair point. But in general, it's a system that works."
He considers you for a moment. "But your case was different. I've never seen so many things come together to screw up so colossally." He looks forward again.
"For you to be put in the wrong reality... That's messed up. I mean, there's only a few hundred realities, anyway, and they're pretty far apart. But you… Ended up in yours." He grins. "At least you were in one where you could watch Supernatural."
You frown. "Okay, but why am I here? Why not leave me where I was?"
He looks at you searchingly. "Were you happy? Honestly?"
When you think about it, you shake your head. "No, I guess I wasn't. I was just going through the motions. But I was all right, I mean, that still doesn't really explain why I was brought here."
He sighs. "You know, I want to give you all the answers. But to get to where you need to be, you'll need to find out some of them on your own."
You frown. "That sounds like bullshit."
He shrugs. "It might be. But you don't get to know."
You sigh and run a hand through your hair. "Look, can you at least tell me what I'm supposed to change? How am I supposed to affect things? Am I supposed to change anything at all? Am I just here as Dean's, I don't know, accessory?" Do not say fuck buddy in front of the Lord, you heathen.
He frowns and shakes his head. "Hey, no. You're definitely not just 'here for Dean.' I mean," he tilts his head back and forth a little, "he's definitely going to need you. But you're not just here to fornicate."
You feel yourself blushing. "Did the Lord just tell me to keep it in my pants?"
There's a moment of silence, then he tilts his head back and laughs. "No, no, jeeze, I don't care what you do. You're soulmates, go crazy." He sobers a little. "But you are here to change things, Y/N. I can't tell you what things, but I can tell you this: You're going to save a lot of lives. You're going to lose a lot of them, but you'll save more. You can't change everything, but you can change a lot of things."
He looks at you kindly for a while, and you're speechless. You're still trying to process when he speaks again.
"You're going to be a great source of comfort to Dean. He's always been… A regret, of mine, if I can even be said to have regrets. And you're going to help him through the rest of this."
You look at him sadly, then nod. "Okay, I don't understand at all, but okay."
He nods, too. "Let's go back then."
"Wait!" You hold your hands up. "Am I going to remember any of this?"
He smiles. "Some of it." He pauses, then, "Oh, and Y/N? Could you keep me being God on the DL? I've got some stuff I need to do, and I don't need the Winchesters following me around while I do it."
You nod. "Okay."
His eyes narrow a little. "I'm… I'm just gonna go ahead and make sure, okay?"
Then darkness.
xxxxx
"So, any idea what we're heading into?" Dean asks, meeting your eyes in the rearview.
You nod. "Brace yourselves, gentlemen. It's a Supernatural convention, but there's an actual haunting there."
Dean frowns. "What the fuck is a supernatural convention?"
You smile. "For the books. It's for fans of the Supernatural books to come together and talk about them."
Sam rolls his eyes. "That sounds… Awful."
You shrug. "It'll be awkward, but you guys will be all right. Plus, it will be good for you guys to see what other people see you as." You smile at their scowls. "And, calm down, there is an actual haunting, so we really do need to go."
You're excited to meet Chuck, he's always been one of your favorite plot twists. And he's a prophet! Maybe he can tell you why you were brought here.
"But you are here to change things, Y/N. I can't tell you what things, but I can tell you this: You're going to save a lot of lives. You're going to lose a lot of them, but you'll save more. You can't change everything, but you can change a lot of things."
You frown a little when the words clang through your head, accompanied by a bright, rather holy and lordly light.. That seems… Right? How would you know that? Did… Did God talk to you?
xxxxx
She's laughing as they walk down the stairs to the hotel. "Well, that was easier than I thought it would be."
Dean nods absent-mindedly, mostly focused on the way her ass moves when she walks. "What did you think of your first bona fide hunt, princess?"
She turns and rolls her eyes, stopping then in the courtyard. "It was hardly a real hunt, Dean. I knew who the ghosts were and where they were buried before we even got here." She frowns. "Although I wish we had more time to go to the convention."
Sam smirks. "Thought you said you don't go to conventions."
She smacks him on the chest. "Shut it, Winchester. It's not for me, it's for you guys."
Dean frowns, finally focusing on the conversation. "What? Why the hell would we want to go to a convention about how shitty our lives are?"
She turns to look at him curiously, and he fights the urge to squirm. She steps forward until she's close enough to touch, gazing into his face. Dean barely notices Sam subtly stepping away.
"Because you need to see how much people admire you," she says softly. "You're a hero, Dean. You and Sam both. And you don't believe it. Deep down, you can't see how good you are. Maybe other people saying it will convince you."
He looks down into her pretty eyes, reeling from her words. You can't see how good you are.
He cups her face and pulls her close to press his lips against hers. She sighs softly and opens for him, her arms slipping around his waist to hold him close. He sweeps his tongue into her mouth, savoring her. She hums her approval, and he feels the sound down to his core.
She pulls away a little and smiles up at him with heat in her eyes. "Let's get out of here, Dean."
xxxxx
You sigh in relief when Dean finally pulls over. It was already late when you left the hotel, and now it's ridiculous. You just want somewhere to sleep that isn't the backseat of the car.
Dean gets out to get a room for you guys, and Sam turns back to look at you. "Doing all right back there?"
You smile and nod. "Yeah, just tired. Sitting in this backseat is hard work, Sam."
He chuckles and looks back around. "There's Dean."
You look up and see Dean waving room keys and pointing to a door a few rooms down. You and Sam get out of the car and get the bags and meet Dean at the door. Dean waggles his eyebrows at you as you approach. "Separate rooms, princess."
You smirk and grab the key from his hand. "Good, have fun bunking with Sam."
You laugh at his crestfallen expression and you unlock your door, shooting him a wink and closing the door on the sound of Sam's laughter.
You sit on the bed in the room and put your bag next to you. You bury your face in your hands as your bravado drains away from you and you're left with nerves, exhaustion, a deep a tinge of loneliness.
What am I doing? Who the fuck says no to Dean Winchester sleeping next to them? He's gorgeous, for some reason he clearly wants you, and you've been dreaming about this for years.
But… It's Dean. What about you could be possibly want? You don't know, but there's an absolute and unshakable fear that he won't love you like you love him. That he'll be who he's always been and leave you completely brokenhearted, with nowhere else to go.
You nod firmly. "That's settled. No sleeping with the hunter."
Even as you tell yourself you mean it, you know that you're weak. A sideways glance from him is going to have you naked in bed in a heartbeat.
Weak.
xxxxx
You wake up to the sound of the door opening. You know who it is, so instead of panicking when he slips between the blankets beside you, you turn and bury your face in his bare chest, flinging an arm around his waist. "Hmm, glad you're here."
You hear Dean's chuckle rumble through his chest. "You tried to keep me out."
You shake your head and sigh softly as a warmer, better sleep than the one you had pulls you back down. "Didn't latch the chain, knew you'd come," you mumble into his warm skin. You press a gentle kiss there, a tingly happiness spreading through your limbs.
He slips an arm under your pillow and the other around your waist, holding you close. You feel him press a kiss onto your head, and you relax completely into sleep.
His voice is the last thing you hear. "Well, I'm here now, so go to sleep, princess."
xxxxx
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