First, I'd just like to say I'm so, so sorry for the late update. My uncle visits each year for Christmas, and he just got here so there was a huge family gathering, during which I socialized. It was weird. I try to avid socialization outside of school and the internet when I can. Not that I didn't have fun, I just don't do it super often.

This chapter is our favorite author, Chuck, paired up with our craziest fangirl, Becky. I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or any associated characters, events, etc.

Chapter 13:Shipper (Chuck/Becky)

Chuck stood awkwardly as Becky rattled on and on about shipping and pairings and OTPs. He really wasn't sure what he was supposed to say on the subject. Sure, he wrote about what happens to the Winchesters, but he couldn't control anything.

"Are any of these ships going to become canon? Please, please tell me that destiel becomes canon, because that would be awesome. They're, like, so in denial of their true feelings." Becky waved her arms about as she talked, emphasizing her points.

Chuck grimaced. "I don't know what's going on in their heads, Becky." He interrupted. "And I haven't had any visions recently. I don't know what's going to happen after this."

Becky frowned, sticking out her lower lip in a pout. "Come on! You're a prophet, right? Prophesize something! Please?"

"Becky..." Chuck groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as he sighed. "It doesn't work like that."

"Can't you try?" Becky asked, stepping closer and placing her arms on his shoulders and shaking slightly, as though that would send him into a spontaneous vision that was talking about the hunters' love lives.

Chuck groaned again, looking up at the ceiling to confirm his worries. "You got too close. Now we're trapped."

"Oh." Becky sounded less than thrilled. "Fine. I don't care. It's not like we've never done it before." She gave Chuck a quick, emotionless kiss and took a step back, pursing her lips. "There. We good?"

"Yep." The author pondered very quickly, looking for a way to get rid of his bothersome ex-girlfriend. "You know," He started warily. "Since you were in some of the unpublished books, you and Sam are a legitimate pairing. Maybe you should try and get him in a mistletoe with you." He really hoped the younger Winchester never found out he said this. He'd like to live another day, if he could.

"Oh my god, that's a great idea! Thanks, Chuck!" Becky squealed. She rushed forwards and pulled him into a grateful hug, then bonked her forehead on the new pair of invisible walls as she pulled away. "Oops." Without warning, she pulled Chuck into another kiss, this time rushing so much that she almost missed his lips and ran off with a cry over her shoulder. "I'm gonna find Sam! See you later!"

Chuck breathed a sigh of relief. Thank God that was over.

So, have any of you guys heard the rumors(which have been confirmed by the writers and actors!) that Chuck is God? I love that theory. The fact that it's confirmed just makes it better. That's not the way I wrote it in this fic, obviously, but it's still an interesting thing to know.

I figured that at some point Dean should get stuck with someone he canonically has more than platonic feelings for in the next chapter. Enter Jo Harvelle. See ya tomorrow!

I promise it won't be updated so late tomorrow. Like I said, there was a huge family gathering.