Chuck

Things around the house were incredibly peaceful for the weeks following mine and Adam's return home. Even the army of hunters seemed to be plagued by the cordial mood, acting more like white picket fence neighbors than weapons of mass destruction. After a while, I think people actually forgot that we were in the bull's eye of the apocalypse. And for the first time, I was able to be in a good mood outside the bedroom.

Adam had been reading the journal we found in the woods, insisting on doing the translations himself because he felt a special connection with Luke's guardian. During that whole time, I was working with the angel, demon, and anti-Christ to figure out what it was in the woods that had tried to kill Adam and succeeded with me. So far, we had jack squat. And with unlimited omniscient intelligence, that worried us. But we kept our fears separate from everybody else in the house as to not ruin the happiness.

On a perfectly lazy afternoon that was so cliché it belonged in a movie, Adam and I were in the living room reading together. It was a good thing I could control my own body temperature because it was a warm day without being snuggled up to my boyfriend.

"Huh, this is interesting…" Adam said to himself, underlining a passage with a pencil.

"Hmm?" I was too busy concentrating on how his chest vibrated against my head when he spoke.

"Right here is says that the warriors of the light will be given a sampling of the paradise that awaits in order to give them hope," he said, pointing towards the words on the page he was reading from. But by the way he was frowning I saw that something concerned him, so I made an honest attempt pay attention to the book rather than his body.

"What's so bad about that?" I asked.

"Well…it says that the paradise will attract the darkness and when the sample time is over, there will be a day of numbness and that will be when the darkness attacks." He lowered the book and looked down at me. "You don't suppose that mean's us, do you?"

At that moment, the grandfather clock began to ring to signal noon time and the whole house vibrated like a game controller.

"Maybe we should…go tell Bobby," I said slowly, looking around.

I took Adam's hand and closed my eyes to teleport, but when I opened them, we were still snuggled on the couch.

"You okay?" Adam asked worriedly.

"What exactly did the book mean by day of numbness?" I asked, quickly sitting up.

"CHUCK!" Jesse shouted, running into the room. "I was just practicing turning Cas into different kinds of birds and now I can't turn him back!"

"I don't think that's going to be our only problem," I muttered, stumbling off of Adam. He and Jesse followed as I made my way to the front door.

"Chucky…" I stopped as we were about to pass the kitchen and looked in on Becky who was staring out the window fearfully with a hand over her round belly.

"Becks, what's wrong?" Adam asked, placing an unsteady hand on my shoulder.

"Baby's kicking…not in a good way," she whispered. Then she pointed out the kitchen window. "Is that why?"

Jesse pulled the front door opened and stepped outside. Once we saw what was going on, Adam and I followed, staring like zombies.

The sunny afternoon had quickly gone overcast, throwing a gloomy look on the camp all around the house. As though coming to the call of food, thousands of Croats had gathered just beyond the fence surrounding the area. They were screaming loud enough to be heard from the house and trampling over each other in an attempt to climb over the fence. All of the hunters were running towards their cabins, probably to gather weapons.

"How are we supposed to defeat them without our powers?" Jesse asked frantically, turning towards me.

"This is what the army is for," I said, trying to reassure myself. "Adam, mind rounding up the Winchester clan? We need all our best hunters out there? And if Mary won't take offense, put her on Becky duty. We can't lose her kid, not now."

"Sure, but you get to the panic room," he ordered, placing a hand on my face so that I had to look at him. "You don't have combat training and we're all dead without you."

I nodded and leaned in to give him a quick kiss. He barely smiled, though the fear was plain on his face. Not of dying, which was extremely likely outside the house, but for me. Then he went into hunter mode and ran towards the stairs.

I looked back towards the gates as more and more Croats found their way over like ants overcoming an obstacle and all I could do was hope that they didn't have demons among them.