Chapter 11

What If God Was One Of Us? (Part 1)

A/N: I was holding onto these so I could double upload but it took me WAY longer to complete them than I hoped. My bad.


Chelsea was honestly still too confused and a little scared to really formulate any complete thoughts. Here she was in the middle of the road with two hunters, where previously dead people were getting up and hugging each other, and they were questioning this small man named Chuck.

She didn't even bother trying to figure out the glowing thing and what it had to do with anything. To be honest, she really just wanted to sit and hug herself for an hour or two. After all, she did actually die.

Or at least she thought she had.

"What the hell is going on?" Dean broke from his stupor and asked the man.

Chuck raised his hands in a gentle gesture, "I'm more than happy to fill in the blanks for you guys. But maybe we should go somewhere where we could actually sit down."

The older Winchester was hostile, "We're not going anywhere with you. How do we know you're really Chuck and not just some spell or manifest...ation." he trailed.

The warmth of the bunker surrounded them as "Chuck" snapped his fingers. The witch's stomach flip-flopped. As the brother's looked around, surprised, she fell into the nearest chair putting her head between her knees, "I think I'm gonna hurl."

"Kevin?"

"Who the hell is Kevin?" she asked as she raised her head. From behind the...Chuck, what was clearly an asian decent teenager stepped into view. He smiled at the brothers and spared the witch a friendly glance, "Hey guys!" he greeted cheerfully, "New friend?"

The boys just watched him with their mouths open and Chelsea put together that this Kevin kid shouldn't be there somehow. Meanwhile his smile faltered a bit, "You guys are lookin stressed." he eyed Dean, "Especially you."

The Winchester's only continued to stare blankly and he chuckled, "It's cool. Trust Chuck. Whatever it is he needs you to do, he must think you can handle it."

Chelsea found herself fixated on Dean's expression. It wasn't shock, it was pain. Kevin went on to say, "I always trusted you."

"Yeah, that ended well." The older Winchester answered.

Sam finally snapped out of it, "How? I mean, are you ok? Um..."

The teenager just continued to smile, "Yeah! I'm great! You know, considering the circumstances."

Chuck held up a hand, "I don't mean to interrupt but we have a lot to discuss." he turned to Kevin and clapped him on the shoulder, "You, my friend, have been in the veil long enough. Time for an upgrade."

With a wave of his arm Chuck released Kevin and Chelsea realized that the kid was dead, trapped in the veil, and somehow his death had to do with the Winchester's...or rather with Dean, whose guilt was so potent just moments ago.

She watched in awe as the pure white light of Kevin's soul raised to the ceiling and passed through.

Dean worded her sentiments for her as she was still pretty dazed herself, "Holy crap."

The energy in the room was weird after that.

Chuck perched himself across the from the trio. His hands were folded between his knees and he smiled idly as an excited Sam rambled. He apologized for Chelsea and Dean, who respectively were staring at the floor and off into the distance, obviously uncomfortable, "You have to excuse them. I'm sure they're still processing."

Neither of them said a word.

Sam went on, "This is huge. We had no idea you were around. I mean, we knew about Chuck but we didn't know about..." he just sort of made a grand gesture. After all, how else does one address God? "Should we even call you Chuck?"

"I prefer it." Chuck eyed the witch and older Winchester, "I'm getting that not everyone's totally on board."

They looked at each other, Dean and Chelsea, before Dean took a breath and looked Chuck in the eye, his gaze then immediately faltering, "Here's the thing, Chuck... And I mean no disrespect. Um...I'm guessing you came back to help with the darkness and that's great. It's fantastic." he struggled with his next words, "But you've been gone a long, long time."

Chelsea felt her eyes burn as he continued. "There is so much crap that has gone down on the Earth for thousands of years. I mean, plagues, wars, slaughters..." he eyed the witch who by now was leaking from the eyes, "Slavery and segregation. And you were writing books and going to fan conventions? Were you aware or did you just tune it out?"

"I was aware Dean." Chuck said softly.

The witch sniffled and looked up, "So you ignored us? You did nothing? Prayers from people all over the world, prayers from people in pain." she shook her head, "Do you even hear them anymore?"

"I do. I-"

"People build churches and fight wars in your name." Deans voice cracked, "Yet you did nothing."

"You're frustrated. You both are, I get it."

"Do you?" Chelsea stood and her chair slid back, "Do you get people being snatched off their land and beaten until they break? Do you get women being raped and children being traded like livestock? Do you get that I watched that with my own eyes? That it happened to me? That these evil petty things and more happened the world over?"

"Anna, I do get it."

Hearing her given name made her freeze, but the tears kept falling. Chuck looked to each of them in turn, "I was real hands on for ages. I thought that if I kept stepping in, teaching and punishing, that these beautiful creatures I created would grow up." he sighed, "But they only stayed the same. I decided I needed to step away and let my baby find its way."

Dean wiped the tears from his face, "But it didn't get better." he gestured silently to Chelsea who looked down at her feet.

Another sigh, "From where I sit, it has."

The older Winchester didn't like that answer. "Well from where I sit, you abandoned us, and you're trying to justify it."

The witch had heard enough and decided to leave the room. Sam just watched in silence as she left and as Dean wiped his face again. He had no words. He just felt a little ashamed. Here he was, happy to meet God, father to all, savior. And his own brother's reaction was much more appropriate considering the circumstances.

He stood, "I'm going to check on Chelsea."

Dean stood and turned on his heal, "I got it."

The younger was left to twiddle his thumbs. He turned to Chuck and sort of shrugged, "I'm sorry."

"Don't be. They're both valid in how they feel." he gestured to the chair Sam had been sitting in before, "Sit. Talk to me, Sam."

"I uh... I guess I have a question." he turned the gold ring, "You understand what Chelsea is right?"

"Of course."

"Then back there, in that town...did she really die?"

Chuck sighed, "She did. And I know that's something she wants more than anything, but she's not done here yet."


"Hey."

Chelsea wiped her cheeks and looked up at Dean as he lent his back on the wall across from her. She sat on the floor of the hallway with her back to her bedroom door. She just sort of grunted in response.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For his shit. He's got a lot to answer for."

"Maybe like why I'm not dead right now?"

"Well, you can't die."

"Dean." her voice was even, serious, and she looked him in the eye, "I died. I'm sure of it."

Something seemed off, so he asked, "So are you upset that you died? Or upset that you were brought back?"

"I'm upset because it didn't seem right." she looked back down at the floor, "Am I just supposed to be alone in the dark?"

"Maybe Amara trapped your soul or something." he felt as though he had to comfort her a little, "Maybe when the infected die that's where they go."

"Maybe..."

He maneuvered himself onto the floor across from her, "Don't dwell on it."

"Oh of course. Simple enough right?"

Her sarcasm wasn't lost on him and he chuckled, "Don't bite my head off."

"I'd need a detachable jaw to bite something so big."

Another chuckle as he got comfortable and put his head against the wall. Chelsea offered him a beer and he took it, confused, "How do you do that?"

"They're from the fridge." she stopped to take a sip, "I don't materialize things out of thin air, just move them from where they already are."

"Handy."

There were a few moments of silence before she said, "So?"

Dean raised a brow at the witch, "So?"

"This is awkward."

"I hadn't noticed."

The witch laughed, a real laugh for how short it lasted, "But thanks. I'm not actually that old, you know? But one would think with three hundred years under my belt I'd know that angels are a thing, Lucifer is a real guy, and God is a…hipster." she took another swig of beer, "I was having a bit of an existential crisis."

Dean smirked, "You literally can't die. How did you not put all that together?"

Chelsea put a hand over her face and chuckled, "Shut. Up."

This was better. Dean liked the snide sarcastic witch he and his brother met over the sullen suspicious one she was being lately any day. Although "like" may be a strong word. It was a pretty awkward conversation but if he had let Sam come talk to her…

When he focused she was staring at him pretty intensely. Her eyes made him jump just a little, "What?"

"I heard what Deputy Harris said to you."

"Everything's going away. But not you, Dean."

And there went the moment, "Yeah, and?"

Chelsea stared at him a second longer. This connection with Amara bothered her. Just something about it felt dangerous. "You know what, I'm gonna go to bed." Maybe it was best to let it go. After all, what was this common knowledge gonna do for anyone?

She stood and opened her door, looking over her shoulder as Dean rolled his eyes and stood, beer still in hand. "Tell Sam I said goodnight."

Her door closed just as the younger Winchester rounded the corner, "Hey."

"Yeah."

"Where did you get the beer? Where's Chelsea?"

Dean glanced down at the bottle before rubbing his forehead, "Headed to bed."

"She ok?"

"She's fine, Sam."

"You guys were gone for a while. I thought–"

"I said she's fine, Sam." he walked past his little brother some before asking, "Chuck?"

"Taking a shower.

"God showers?"

"I guess so."

As his older brother passed him, Sam turned on his heal, "I'm sorry Dean."

"I know."


"Morning."

The Winchester's were already awake. Had been for some time as Chelsea approached. With a slight clunk, two coffee cups appeared. They thanked her as she smiled at them, sitting cross legged in the middle of the table, "Hows it going?"

"I got nothing." Sam answered.

Dean grunted and Chelsea could only pout. Trying to find God's sister felt more and more like wasting time. "For once I wish Rowena was here." Sam continued.

"Excuse me?"

"I mean, she could find Amara. She has before." He rushed to cover as Chelsea was clearly offended.

"Like I don't feel useless as it is." She mumbled.

"She and the book are going to stay hidden until this is over."

"Right. Powerful I'll give her but brave..." the witch rolled her eyes and trailed off. She scanned the room for a moment before she asked, "Where's Chuck?"

Sam shrugged, "Sleeping in?"

"God sleeps?" Dean asked.

"Apparently. I know he takes the longest showers."

"And sings at the top of his damn lungs." the witch added, exasperated.

"Right!" Dean agreed with her, "And like, crappy folk songs. I had to tell him to cool it like three times."

"You told God to cool it?"

Dean was unfazed, "Look, I need to sleep too."

Sam and Chelsea shared a look and the later chuckled into her coffee as the former sat back from the computer and crossed his arms, "Hey! Morning."

Chuck shuffled in with a pink box in one arm, coffee, and a donut in the other. While the witch held out her hand for the box Dean scrutinized him. "Is that my robe?"

God didn't answer, instead saying, "Do we have any bacon?"

Dean went a bit wide eyed and looked at the witch, pouting. She glanced up from the donuts and shook her head, "I'm not making bacon appear."

Sam smiled and shook his head as Chuck shrugged. But looking down at his computer screen changed his expression instantly, "Guys...it looks like that fog hit another town." he sighed as he read a little, "And this one wasn't as lucky as the last one. Thousands died. Everybody but one man."

Dean shook his head and turned to Chuck, "How'd you miss that one?"

"She's baiting me. I can't respond every time. I won't be manipulated." was his answer.

"Wow." the witch scooted to the edge of the table and stepped down to the floor. "Thousands of people died and you 'won't be baited'."

"Yes, exactly." was the rather indignant answer. Chelsea crossed her arms and the brothers looked on slightly slack-jawed. Chuck made eye contact with each of them as he stood to leave, "Just find her."

The witch threw her hands up with a scoff once he was gone.

Dean shook his head and Sam pushed back from the table, "Let's just get going."