A/N: Hey everyone! I know it's been a long time, but I finally have gotten a chance to post again. To those who are still following this story, thank you so much. I know I say it every time but know I'm still sorry that it's taking me forever to post this story, but I really appreciate the patience and support.

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Chapter 25

"Hold on," Dean started. "You mean to tell me that this whole time you knew? I wasted all that time in that damn bookstore for nothing?!"

"It wasn't for nothing," Sam countered. "I mean we did I guess meet a prophet." He turned to face Castiel. "Are prophets drawn to it or something? I mean there is no way it's a coincidence that there just so happens to be a prophet who is the only one who can read the tablet, this close to a tablet. Right?"

"No," the angel responded shortly. "It does seem highly unlikely that you would encounter a prophet and have a tablet. The odds of those two things on their own are already very rare."

"Maybe we've just gotten lucky for once," the younger man said.

"Unlikely. You were both seen by an archangel, I would recommend you leave. They may not know where you are, but they know now that you are here in this town."

"I hear you and we will, but we really need to speak with this prophet about this tablet.," Sam replied. "If it's a Word of God, this could be critical information against the angels." Dean watched the angel carefully. He still didn't trust that this wasn't all some plan to get he and his brother exactly where they wanted them by means of tricking them into trusting one of them. "Castiel, can you take me to him?"

" No. "

"Look, I just want to talk to him. That's all, I promise."

"Then you should have talked to him when you had the chance instead of threatening him."

" I know, we're sorry, " Sam tried again sincerely. The angel frowned at him.

"You seem...different." The younger Winchester shifted his feet and frowned.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean you seem surprisingly fine for a man who's freshly off drinking demon blood."

"Uh...Thanks?"

"It's not a compliment."

Dean looked from his brother to the celestial being. "Ok Chuckles listen up. We're trying to stop the devil here. If my brother can talk with the guy that can read the Word of God, don't you think that might help with this whole apocalypse situation? I mean you said you were on board with us right? You want to help us? Then let my brother talk to the damn guy."

Castiel moved closer to Dean making him feel uncomfortable with the lack of distance between them. "If I wanted to, I could eliminate you in the time equivalent to you blinking your eyes." He said in low calm tone. " So, for the last time, I suggest you start showing me some respect and stop treating me like I'm your servant and like I owe you a favor. "

"Yeah? Go ahead. 'Elimate' me," Dean challenged in a tone that matched the angel's. "I mean the world's about to go down the shitter anyways right? So go ahead and smit me and let the world end. Or, you can do what you claim you would rather do and help us try and save it by letting my brother talk to the guy." The room was silent, no one daring to breath or speak. Bobby still stood dumbstruck, Sam looked like wasn't sure if it would be best for him to approach his brother or remain where he stood. Neither the older Winchester nor the angel tore their eyes from the other. Both with a look of disapproval. The sound of someone knocking broke the tension, causing the hunter and the brothers to turn their attention to the door. The younger man looked over at the older.

"You expecting one of your friends Bobby?" Dean asked turning his own eyes to the hunter.

"All my friends are in this room," he answered. The older brother nodded. Before he could move however, Sam had already reached the door.

"Sam," Dean started to warn, but he didn't get a chance to say anymore. The door was opened and on the other side of it stood the mousey author looking just as nerves as he had back at the bookstore. Sam's eyes grew wide and his jaw dropped as Dean moved towards him, stopping when he remembered their last meeting.

The man, Chuck Shirley according to the angel, smiled and waved. "Hey." Everyone stood frozen.

"Well, invite him in. Don't just stand there like an idjit," Bobby demanded. Hearing his friend Sam came to his sense and shook his head.

"Uh, right. Yeah. Come in," he said to the man. Chuck looked unsure but accepted the invitation. The younger man closed the door and locked it behind him causing the man to give him a nervous glance. Sam put his hands up to show he meant no harm. "Sorry" He apologized. "How did you know we were here?"

"Oh," Chuck said as if remembering suddenly. He put his hand in his back jean pocket and pulled out what the boys recognized as the little envelope that there room cards were held in for to their motel room. Both boys frowned and moved to feel their jacket and Jean pockets.

"Where did you get that?" Sam questioned.

Isn't it obvious?" Dean scoffed. His eyes stayed locked on the visitor. "You knew that was going to happen because you wrote about it. That's how it works, right?"

"I just found it on the floor at the store where you guys disappeared, " he shrugged innocently. "How'd you do that by the way?"

"Alright, you can drop the act. We know what you are," Dean informed in a no nonsense tone.

"What I am?"

"That's right, the angel told us."

"Angel? What are you talking about?"

"You're a prophet."

The small frazzled man tried to catch his footing and he swallowed visibly, putting his hands to his head. "Y-You guys are kidding."

"Do we look like we're kidding?" Dean asked. Sam watched the man, his arms out slightly in case he needed to catch him if he should faint. The color drained from Chuck's face.

"Ok. Who are you guys really?"

"Mr. Shirley," Sam began softly. "We really are Sam and Dean Winchester. And that stuff in the book you wrote, really happened to us. I know this is a lot to take in. Here, sit down." The younger man directed the writer towards one of the empty seats. Chuck fell into it and Sam was grateful the chair had a supportive back on it to catch him.

"If that's true..." He's eyes darted to Sam. "I...I am so sorry for everything!" His attention moved to Dean who was staring at him in a similar manner as he had the angel. "And Dean...you didn't deserve the amount of abuse you went through and...oh God," Chuck turned paler. "I killed you. I'm a murderer. I am so so sorry."

"Worse," the older Winchester said coldly. The man frowned for a minute and then looked as though there had been a train speeding right for him.

"Your mom. I made you kill your own mom." Dean only continued to stare at him. " I am -"

"You say you're sorry again I swear I will kill you. Arch angels be damned."

"Dean, stop it. That's enough," Sam demanded.

"Is this the talk you meant to have with him?" Castiel retorted.

"No. Look, Chuck, we know you didn't do anything." Both the writer and the older brother looked at the youngest man in the room. "You aren't controlling us, you just...you know what's going to happen next is all. Chuck, there are so many worse things out there than demons and ghosts. "

"Like angels?"

"It's hard to believe I know, but we need your help." Sam's eyes grew pleading as he kept them on the author.

"M-my help?"

"Yes. See, we have something that only a prophet can decipher and we think it can help."

"Help with what?"

"Honestly," Sam started nervously. " Uh...The end of the world."

"C-come again?"

"Armageddon, the end is neigh, the devil is coming to town," Dean added. "And you're going to help us put a plug in the whole thing." Chuck began to make a noise equivalent to a giggle and then his eyes rolled in the back of his head and the chair was the only thing supporting him as he fell unconscious.

"Uh," Sam's own eyes grew wide as he stared down at the writer.

Dean tossed his hand up in the air and rolled his eyes. "Is there another prophet we can talk to? Maybe one that isn't so...this?" He motioned at the man.

"There can only be one prophet at one given time." The angel explained. "A new one doesn't come to be until the previous one ceases to be."

"Great, toss me that pillow," the older Winchester remarked.

"Dean," Sam reprimanded.

"Alright fine, then you can deal with Wimpy when he wakes up."

"You've talked to him. Though you're definition of talking is questionable," Castiel glared over at Dean who in turn flipped him off. "Now you need to leave town."

"We can't just leave him here. Besides, we need him to read the tablet for us remember? You said only a prophet can and we only get the one prophet."

"Son," Bobby spoke up. "Are you suggestin' what I think you're suggestin'?"

"I mean there's nothing that implies it's against his will." Sam shrugged. Dean shook his head.

"We are so going to Hell."

A/N: Thank you all so much for reading. I'll try to be better about writing and posting.