So here it is, the next chapter~ and it's Chuck in it! *yay* totally in love with 'im, sorry beforehand i couldn't put Becky in here... ;^; but i guess there is still some fun in it and at the end~ i hope you like it
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Warning: none except for Dean's language
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genre: sad/fun/happy
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Chapter 21: That's why Books suck
Nervous as hell Pascal rang the bell of an old house, she didn't know why Sam and Dean had pushed her forward, but she could guess they didn't want the poor guy to freak out.
Because Dean sure as hell was a master in freaking people out, no matter what kind of people either they were in love with him, hated him or were afraid of him, summed up they'd freak out.
And Sam was a giant and though he had the biggest puppy eyes and the cutest smile with dimples, he was still freakin' the people out.
A man with a three day stubble, boxers and a bathrobe opened the door, "Good afternoon, Sir... Are you Chuck Shurley?" she asked and smiled at him.
"Why do you want to know that?" he asked and looked nervously between her, Sam and Dean, who stood a bit behind her.
"I swear I never saw you in my whole life..." he suddenly said, "I know Mr. Shurley... it's not about me... it's about the Supernatural books you wrote..." she tried again and he seemed to relax a tiny bit.
"We're Dean, Sam and Pascal... the people you've been writing about" Dean said and Pascal turned around to shoot him a glare, as she heard the door slam behind her.
Dean shoved her aside and rang the bell once again, Chuck opened the door once again, "Look. I appreciate your enthusiasm. Really I do. It's always nice to hear from the fans. But for your own good, I strongly suggest you get a life" he wanted to close the door again, but Dean stopped him.
"See here's the thing. We have a life. You've been using it to write your books." he shoved open the door completely and Sam follows his brother inside, Chuck backing up quickly.
"Guys! Don't be this impolite!" Pascal exclaimed as she folded her arms in front of her chest and walked behind Sam inside.
"Now wait a minute, this isn't funny!" "Damn straight it's not funny!" Dean snapped and Pascal slapped the back of his head.
"Mr. Shurley, I'm so sorry for those two rude chuckle-heads... We just have a few questions and we'll be gone, after you answer them. No one's going to hurt you... I promise" she said as she took his shacking hand and smiled warmly to him.
"I'm not doing anything," Chuck said," How much do you know? Do you know about the angels?" Sam asked, "Or Lilith breaking seals?" Dean went on.
"Wait a minute, how do you know about that?" Chuck began, "Question is how do you?" Dean shot back.
"Because I wrote it"Chuck said slowly, "You kept writing?" Sam asked, "Yeah, even after the publisher went bankrupt. But those books never came out. Okay wait a minute. This is some kind of joke, right? Did that- did Phil put you up to this?"
The three looked at each other, " How about we introduce ourselves" Pascal tried again to calm the man down, it wouldn't help any of them, if he freaked out on the spot.
"These are Sam and Dean Winchester and I'm Pascal Walker, nice to meet you" she said and stretched out her hand.
"The last names were never in the books. I never told anybody about that. I never even wrote that down.", Dean and Sam didn't really pay attention to that, as they both looked at Pascal.
"What?" she asked, "We never knew... doesn't quite sound German..." Sam told her and she shrugged.
"I was born in Germany my origins lay all over the world" she replied and the three watched as Chuck began drinking.
"Oh you're still here" he moaned in displeasure and the three exchanged looks that said 'Well yeah?'.
"You're not a hallucination" the man mumbled, "Nope" Dean replied.
"Well, there's only one explanation," he said "Obviously I'm a god." Pascal couldn't help but to burst out laughing, as Sam said "You're not a god,"
"How else do you explain it? I write things and then they come to life?" the slightly confused man asked.
"Yeah, no I'm definitely a god. A cruel, cruel capricious god. The things I put you through! The physical beatings alone!" "We're still in one piece," Dean replied.
"I killed your father. I burned your mother alive... and then you had to go through the whole horrific deal again with Jessica. And your family, how they treated you! And then you got to go through it once more. And if that wasn't enough i put you through a freakin' angels punishment!" "Chuck," Sam began, as their only girl tried to gain control over her laughter.
"All for what?" Chuck went on. "All for the sake of literary! I toyed with your lives! Your emotions... for entertainment." "You didn't toy with us, Chuck, okay? You didn't create us," Dean said, sensing that their eldest was about to explode on a harmless middle aged man, Pascal jumped in between.
"Mr. Shurley, look at me..." Pascal said as she softly grabbed both sides of his face, with her hands, "You're not god... You didn't create us, or put us through this... We think you might be some kind of psyche..." she said in a soft voice.
Dean neither liked that Pascal was getting this close to the man in boxers and a bathrobe, nor did he like the fact that she was blushing, whilst touching Chuck.
"It seems that somehow you're just focused on our lives," Sam tried to intervened, "Yeah, like laser-focused," Dean added.
"Are you working on anything right now?" Dean asked and ignored how Chuck seemed to always jump when he talked to him.
Pascal by then had been shoved behind Dean and between him and Sam, so both could keep an eye on her.
"Holy crap," Chuck then said and brushed a hand through his short locks of brown hair, "What?" the oldest living Winchester asked.
Chuck picked up some papers, "The latest book... it's kinda weird." "Weird how?" Sam asked. "It's very... Vonnegut." "Slaughterhouse-Five Vonnegut or Cat's Cradle Vonnegut?" Dean asked and leaned forward into Chuck's personal space, screw the lessons he had tried to teach Cas.
"What?" Sam said to the comment of his brother and Pascal gave him a 'What the fuck?' look as Dean just shrugged.
"I wrote myself. In my house. Confronted by my characters," he said and Pascal chuckled, "Well if that isn't funny, I don't know what could be... All the fan girls in my dimension writing about meeting their favourite Characters. And here Mr. Shurley writes it and it happens!"
"Yeah really funny..." Dean muttered and shot her a half-hearted glare.
-...-
Pascal sat on Chuck's couch, which he had cleaned up a bit, he seemed rather nervous in her presence.
Which was probably due to the lack of female visits and the overly excessive use of alcohol.
"Calm down Chuck... the chaos is okay... my best friend used to be like that..." she smiled and he looked at her, guilt written all over his face.
"Oh come on, it wasn't your fault he died... it was fate you could say..." she tried her best to not dwell to much on it, the moment she had found out everyone she loved had died, she had decided to leave her own life behind.
She was part of a new dimension and she had to take it in no matter how much she disliked the fact, she couldn't fight against it anyways.
"How do you live with that?" he asked her suddenly and she looked up, black eyes met blue ones, not Cas-blue but human blue eyes.
"I guess I'm good at pushing things to the back of my mind?" she replied and thought about it, that was actually how it was.
She wasn't thinking about it, so she could protect herself and that way she would be able to fight and not be a burden to the two boys with her.
"So you kind of do it like Dean?" he said and she nodded, "But shouldn't you know?" she asked back and he shrugged.
Talking was a good way of distraction, so he wouldn't have had to think about how awkward the situation was, all alone with a girl and a rather untidy house.
Chuck had taken the opportunity in which Sam and Dean had talked with Pascal about what to do, to take a shower and get properly dressed.
"Mostly my dreams focus on Sam and Dean, it's really rare moments in which i see you clearly... or saw you clearly..." he admitted a huge blush across his cheeks.
"Let me guess you saw me naked?" she asked and he blushed deeper, "I'm sorry... i-i can't... qu-quite con-controll it..."
"It's okay... i guess can't be helped..." she walked through the living room and into the kitchen, "You okay with me cooking something and making tea?" she asked and he hurried to her side.
"You don't have to..." he stuttered and she put a hand on his shoulder, "I know... but believe me, as soon as both are back... they'll be damn hungry... and tea kind of calms me..."
"I don't have anything one could use to cook..." Chuck suddenly said and she raised an eyebrow, "I order food..." he couldn't help, but to half-smile and she gave him an 'Awwww you're so cute' look.
"Then lets get some stuff, for dinner and dessert" Pascal suggested and the man nodded, both left the house at three and knew Sam and Dean would be back at six.
With the delay Gabriel was giving them probably seven, as Sam had texted her the archangel had demanded his attention and Dean had been close to blow up the laundry shop.
As they walked down the street people kept glancing at them, some shook their heads others whispered behind their hands.
They bought the food and the woman at the counter gave Chuck a weird glance, though Pascal couldn't quite tell why.
It's not like he had kidnapped and drugged her, well she didn't look drugged did she?
On their way back Pascal told Chuck some stories about her own dimension, as Chuck had only seen what had happened in their dimension.
"And it was totally insane, but he opened the door...", "Of the fairies wheel?!", "Yeah and then he threw up and it landed straight on the head of the secretary of my grandpa!" she couldn't help to start laughing and Chuck followed.
The author helped her tie the apron behind her back and she couldn't help but to shiver as he had to tie it in her neck.
They had put the ingredients on the kitchen counter, whilst they had searched for the utensils they would use.
She could clearly feel how his hands were shaking, he was damn nervous and the black haired couldn't help but to think it was incredibly cute.
"Thank you" Pascal said and hurried to get the ingredients together for Dean's favourite Pie, it didn't matter which flavour, Dean loved them all.
"Would you mind chopping the vegetables?" Chuck nodded and started to cut the tomatoes as he kept throwing glances at Pascal.
He liked her she was nice and she kept caring for his well being, tried her best to make him feel comfortable.
She was pretty to, it wasn't the kind of model or sexiest woman alive beauty, but the human and girl from next door beauty.
Her black hair kept falling into her eyes and disturbed her washing the meat, for the hamburgers they had decided on.
"Damn... too long..." she muttered as she tried to brush her hair away with her shoulder, but it ended in
more hair spilling over her shoulder.
She looked helplessly up to him and Chuck couldn't help but to smile at her, as he walked over and helped her tie her hair into a bun on top of her head.
Bobbing her head a few times to test how it held, she couldn't help but to laugh at the funny sensation and Chuck had to laugh, because it looked plain funny.
They kept working in the kitchen in silence, as Pascal had finished half of the burgers, the man had moved to the salad and chopped it into slice, which would later make the salad for Sam.
He wasn't paying enough attention, as he kept throwing Pascal glances, to see what new faces she was making.
In the midst of working the girl turned on the radio and searched for a channel with good music, as the last tunes of "White Flag" sounded through the kitchen.
As she kept changing her facial expression, from interested into unsatisfied or rather thinking.
The inevitable happened and he cut into his finger, not much just enough to draw blood and to get the attention of the Lady.
"Let me see..." she came closer then Chuck knew was healthy for his heart as it was pounding hard and fast in his chest.
She took his finger gently into her hand and looked at the cut, as blood was dropping out in little droplets, without even thinking on how awkward and maybe weird it might have been.
Pascal stuck out her tongue and liked the blood from his finger, as the blood was gone she could see that the cut wasn't all to deep and she told him to put his finger under water, till she found a plaster.
Chuck close to a heart attack nodded and walked to the sink, pushing open the faucet lukewarm water washing his finger.
After a few minutes of searching Pascal found some plasters and took out one, she hurried back to Chuck and told him to dry his finger.
He did as told and she put on the plaster, "So it's a small cut, it'll be healed soon" she said and smiled a bright smile at him.
They were so close Pascal could clearly see the blue eyes and the unsure expression, the soft looking brown hair and the stubble she had labelled 'Sexy' in her head.
It was then that she felt the strange and totally unknown urge of pushing herself closer to Chuck, thank God that was the moment the boys decided to come back and enter the kitchen.
The two jumped away from each other and busied themselves in the kitchen, as Pascal stroke a strand of hair behind her ear and served the burgers and salad.
Chuck searched in the fridge for the beer and put a six pack on the table.
It didn't help at all that in the moment the boys came into the kitchen with their angels and made the two other jump, the radio played "Careless Whisper"
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"This isn't funny... Gabriel get down from my back" Sam hissed as the people started to stare, why a young man was carrying another young man piggyback.
"But it's so funny, to see the world from your point of view" the archangel whispered into his ear and made Sam blush from the puffs of breath against his sensitive ear.
"This looks incredibly gay" Dean commented and Gabriel raised an eyebrow, "Oh come on, you'd love to have Cassy like that" he chirped and Castiel tilted his head to the left side, in a questioning manner.
"Don't believe him Cas, your brother is on sugar" he said as if that would explain everything, Castiel though seemed to have understood that Gabriel's sentence shouldn't be payed any attention to.
"So this guy, he seems to know our whole life, he does even know what happened with Pas, while she was here..." Dean said and they were back to business.
Gabriel down on his own two feet looked at Sam, in a childish 'You're a meanie' kind of way, "What's his name you said?" he asked and Dean gave him another annoyed look.
"Why would you want to know?" he asked, "For one you left Baby-Doll with him ALONE. For second we have all the names of the important people in history burned into our brains..." he explained and Sam chuckled.
"That guy, he's completely harmless" he couldn't quite imagine Chuck to be some kind of rapist or jerk, he rather seemed like the ones who got bullied in school too often.
"Chuck Shurley" Sam then answered Gabriel and he thought for a second, before Castiel answered "He's a prophet... he writes down what happens to you, because his books will be known as the Winchester Gospel in the future"
Dean would have laughed hard at this statement, but the straight and serious face of Castiel made it hard, to see it as a joke.
"My bro's right, the guy's chosen" Gabriel said around a lollipop in his mouth and Sam had to force himself to not watch Gabriel devour this piece of sugary treat.
"So what? Whatever he writes happens?" Sam asked, Gabriel shook his head while Castiel explained, "He's a mouthpiece. A conduit for the inspired word. The word of God." Dean snorted and Castiel gave him a pointed look, "What? It's your father, don't have to like him. Did i ever tell you to love mine?", Sam sighed as this was pointless to talk about, comparing God to John was quite Dean's way.
But to Dean who didn't believe in anything anyways, it was a major thing that he even acknowledged God.
Castiel seemed to have seen that it was pointless to talk to Dean about this, so he let it slip and looked at the shop they stopped in front of.
It was a laundry shop and that explained the bag Sam had been carrying along with Gabriel for a short moment.
"You could've told us, we could've snapped them clean" Gabriel pointed out and Sam shrugged, "Can't hurt to keep a bit normalcy..."
"I wonder what the two are doing... sitting in that messy house with nothing to do..." Dean slowly said and his eyes went wide as he thought about what he had said.
"Dean, you saw him... he freaked out the moment you stepped into his house... As if he could do something... And she has her sword..." Sam said a hand at his hip and this tone that made him look like a scolding father, or in Dean's opinion a scolding mother.
"Can't blame the guy for being frightened, to see Dean-o step into your house. After you wrote about him and know what he can do..." the archangel said as he sat down on one of the chairs in the laundry room.
"I do not understand..." Castiel started but was cut off by Gabriel, "I know... it's only normal their job, yada, yada, yada... But Cassy we're angels... and that guy is a poor human" the elder brother tried to teach his younger bro a lesson about humans.
But as Dean and Sam suspected Castiel didn't understand one bit and kept asking questions, he seemed like a three year old, who was discovering a whole new world.
"What your sugar addicted brother means is, that the guy knows we're strong and he knows we have guns. And he knows I'm not hesitant on using them" Dean said and Castiel looked a long minute at Dean before ne nodded.
"I see, he is afraid you might shoot him... should he be doing something wrong... But i should warn you, should you try and shoot the prophet. The most fearsome wrath of Heaven would rain down on you" Castiel lectured Dean, who just rose both eyebrows.
"Every prophet that has been chosen, was under the protection of an archangel, till their time comes... I for example had the wonderful job to watch out for Jesus... And hell yes... it wasn't quite the easy job" the former trickster said and Sam looked at him stunned.
"You always tend to forget, we're older then we look like" he teased Sam and wiggled his eyebrows-
"Back to topic at hand... Pascal's going to take good care of herself... She isn't a baby and just to remind you guys she's legal. She can practically do whatever she wants." Sam reminded the three men in the laundry room.
Though he knew Castiel didn't say anything he was silently agreeing with his brother and Dean.
"You forgot one point Sammy, we're her family! And family should approve" Dean cut in, "But they didn't even do something" the younger brother protested.
"Which doesn't mean she doesn't want to... You know i can hear her thoughts? Since she's my charge 'n' stuff" the archangel suddenly said and Sam rose one eyebrow, while Dean leaned his head forward, in a 'Dean-questioning' manner.
"Well she thinks he's sexy" he said slowly and harvested the fruits of his words, as in Sam shooting him a bitch-face probably #32 Don't-pry-into-other-people's-mind, a confused head tilt by Castiel and an angry gasp by Dean.
"How can a drunken guy, in boxers and a bathrobe possibly be counted as sexy?!" he asked, "How can Cassy think your leather jacket and your tick to sing along with your mullet-rock, can be sexy? We'll never know" the angel replied and Castiel's cheek turned a slightly rose colour.
Dean ignored the comment, or at least tried to act as if he wasn't interested at all, when Sam tried to lecture Gabriel on privacy of the head.
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"What have you done, while we were away?" Dean asked Pascal eyeing her suspiciously, she rolled her eyes and answered dryly, "Wild sex on the table you're having your burger on"
Chuck chocked on his beer and Sam had to pat his back, while he couldn't help the smirk, as Dean's mouth stood open.
"You're kidding me" he muttered as Pascal smirked, "Who knows...", "You did not copulate on this table." Castiel stated and the girl shook her head laughing, while Gabriel rolled on the floor, as Dean's face had been priceless.
He'd have to remind himself, to buy the girl a bouquet flowers, she was the 2nd best when it came to make Dean speechless.
As Gabriel prided himself on the fact, that he was the one and only number one , to how freak out Dean effectively.
"What do you guys even think about?! Going to wash your laundry and thinking about me?" she asked and gave them a questioning look, except for Sam and Cas.
"Hey why don't those two get that look?" Gabriel protested, "Because neither Sam nor Cas are dick-driven" she replied.
"I'm not dick-driven" Dean said around a mouthful of meat, "Yeah and hell freezes over"
Chuck watched as the five interacted and felt a bit left out, as Pascal turned around to him and rolled her eyes.
"Now imagine living with them!" she took a bit from the salad and drank from her beer as she glanced at the man under her eyelashes.
-2-
Lucifer looked at his older sister, "Why would Michael say that?" he asked, but he already knew why, Michael was pushing him away.
The fear that his oldest brother would hate him and despise him rose up and swirled through his whole angelic being.
"You know why..." she replied as she held her hand out to him, hesitantly Lucifer took it and held to it, he knew she was probably the only one to understand him.
She pulled him towards her and hugged him, her golden wings surrounding them and providing them with the comfort Lucifer had needed.
Acheliah had been wrong, Michael hated him and his weird Idea of love, there was no way he could make his brother see.
"You sure he wants to throw me into hell?" he asked and his voice sounded shaky and scared, "That's what he said... Lucifer you have to attack first and hard... So he can't hurt you! I don't agree with Michael and his way of thinking. It's wrong to punish a brother for the love he has, given by God" her voice soft and coaxing.
"Maybe you're right... Are you going to stay with me Raphael? Till the end?" he asked and she nodded as she brushed her hand through his hair in a soothing and comforting manner.
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"He said he's going to attack?!" Michael said his eyes wide and the fear of fighting his brother clearly visible, "That's what he said"
"You tried to talk him out of it? Told him, I won't approach him?" Michael asked his sister and she nodded, "But why?... I thought he liked me..." Michael stuttered as he watched Acheliah sitting next to him, "I don't understand... i know Lucifer loves you... he told me..." she whispered as she looked at her broken brother.
"Apparently you misunderstood him..." Raphael said as she smiled sweetly at her younger sister, "He said he's going to attack and send you to hell... for even suggesting to love him..." Raphael told Michael.
Angels didn't lie, that's what Michael knew by heart he himself couldn't and wouldn't want to anyways, so his sister had to be right.
And there was no way he would allow Lucifer to kill his brothers and sisters in a fight to banish him to hell.
He was the eldest of them all and he had to keep his head up for his father's sake, for the good son he had always wanted to be and was.
-.-
"Chuck? Chuck... Are you okay?"
The brown haired man woke up to find Pascal sitting across from him on his bed, looking at him worriedly.
"You okay?" she asked once again and he nodded as he stood up to get to his computer, it was a strange thing with him and writing, he dreamt and had to write the exact moment he woke up.
The Walker decided to talk to Sam and Dean about that, which was why she excused herself from Chuck and walked out the room.
Though the prophet seemed to not even notice her gone, as he tipped away what had happened in his dream, the printer printing while he was tipping.
"I don't know... i wanted to get a glass of milk and heard something break... then i walked this hallway down and saw Chuck's room was lit..." Pascal explained Dean why she had been in Chuck's room anyways.
"And i saw him trash and turn... and the moment he woke up, he walked straight to his computer and started tipping... ignored me completely..."
Sam nodded as he walked to Chuck's room, the Shurley had given them the guest-room to sleep in, while the angels said they would stay in the living room.
And since Chuck had two computers one in his bed-room and the other downstairs, it wasn't quite the problem for him to start working, the minute he woke up.
He wrote down the last sentence from his dream and looked up to see Sam, Dean and Pas standing in the doorway of his room, totally confused he blinked twice.
"What happened?" Pascal asked him and he took out the printed pages to hand them to Dean and Sam, Pascal looking over Dean's shoulder to read.
Gabriel popped into the bed-room, next to him Castiel and both waited in silence for the Winchester to finish reading.
"You knew?" Dean asked as he handed Gabriel the papers who shook his head, "I didn't know that Raphael had been talking to both sides... It was a sudden fight between them... Well that's what we've been told... And then we had to decide for a side..." Gabriel explained and re-read the sentences for about the hundredth time.
"Why would Raphael tell Lucifer something and Michael something else?" Pascal questioned as Gabriel put down the papers, plopped down on the bed, his head in hands.
Sam couldn't help but to walk over to the archangel and to put an arm around him, "What's wrong Gabe?" he asked, Dean bit his lip.
He knew his brother and the angel were close, though Sam kept telling him 'No' and that he didn't know, Dean could see it clearly.
The same way Sam had been looking at Jessica and talking about the human girl, it was the same damn way and should this archangel hurt his brother Dean would find a way to kill him and make sure he stayed dead.
"This matches the script of the rest of my book..." Chuck suddenly mumbled and handed the rest of his script to Dean and Pascal.
Reading through it both pairs of eyes went wide and Pascal dropped the script she was holding, "That's not true..." she mumbled, as Dean was pale.
"What?" Sam asked as Gabriel looked up as well, Castiel stood as close as possible next to Dean, he had senses the discomfort of his charge.
"The script... it says... And as he the creator of all life watched his sons fighting in a war they should've never fought. Something akin to tears rained down on earth, the forty days and nights of Noah's ark, were the tears he spilled over his sons. As he never had wanted them to fight and as he never had wanted for his morning star to be cast to hell. But his words had been twisted and his will had been deride, by the one he had given the name 'It is God who heals' and who had denied his wish. For his sons to be together, as he had given them the love he had wished for them to feel. So he created her, the only one to survive the centuries and dimensions he had created, to turn right what had gone wrong, to free his son. To bring them closer to each other and to punish the one to go against his will..." Pascal read and Chuck shook his head slightly.
"This makes no sense! The devil being actually the nice guy..." Dean said and stomped his foot on the ground.
"Are you sure Chuck?" Gabriel suddenly asked and the other nodded, "This is what I see, it's like being in a trance like state, I write what i see..."
"Then... why would Raphael do that?" the black haired asked, "I don't know" Gabriel admitted and Castiel had his blue eyes glued to his older brother.
"I do not understand, brother. Was it wrong what we did?" he asked and once again Castiel seemed like a little boy, who needed confirmation of his older brother.
Like Sam had needed it and still did need it, from Dean.
The group of humans and angels stood there not knowing what to do next, as suddenly the whole house shook and white light flooded the rooms, Gabriel had just a split second in which he reacted.
As his wings stretched out and touched every single one of them with a feather, zapping them all out without real control on what to do.
Opening their eyes Sam and Dean were the first to recognize their surroundings as Bobby Singer's house, lying on the floor, halfway over Cas, Dean tried his best to get down from his angelic friend.
Gabriel lay on the table, as Pascal fell down the stairs and landed at the foot of it, looking up to see Dean offering her a hand to help her up.
"you okay?", she nodded and saw Bobby enter the room, his shotgun in hand, lowering it as he saw his boys and girl, with two angels and a stranger on his couch.
"Okay you mind explaining, why you crash into my house without a warnin', damn idjits?!"
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totally not convinced with this one, but it's okay i think... next one will be Michy making an appearance, Gabriel fighting with Sam and Dean being comforted by Cas~
stay tuned
xxx yours Impala67-Ilana