Chapter 52: Paradise For A Reason
As planned, and after breakfast, Dean and Steve headed back to Steve's house after helping Danny with groceries and dropping Cas and Sam off at the hotel to wait for Kono and Chin and their surf lessons with Mamo. While Danny unpacked the barbecue fairs, and chilled the beverages that had been purchased, Steve showed Dean to the garage.
"Well hello Gorgeous," Dean said at the sight of the Black Beauty tucked under drop cloths.
"She was my dad's baby," Steve said proudly. "I gotta get her on the road. She belongs on the road."
"Oh yeah she does. That's where these old cars belong. Mine's a 1967 Chevy Impala. she was my dad's and he taught me everything I know about cars. I love that car possibly more than life. So I get it. I gotta get the shrapnel out of Chin's Mustang and then, Beautiful, you get my undivided attention," Dean said as he walked in a slow circle around the car, caressing her curves and taking it all in as he spoke. "Don't worry Darling, we'll have you purring in no time."
Steve opened the garage door to let more light in, bringing the Mustangs, Danny's Cameron and a police cruiser into view.
"One of these things just doesn't belong here," Dean said as he walked to join Steve and shielded his eyes from the sun as someone exited the cruiser and approached.
"Hey Chuck," Steve called as he recognized the officer. "Hey Dean, come and meet a friend of mine," Steve added brightly. "This is Officer Charles Montgomery."
"Hello Dean," Charles said and smiled as the realization hit the eldest Winchester at the mere sound of the other man's voice.
"Chuck's been a cop here for a long time and a damn good one to boot," Steve started and was about to continue when Dean cursed.
"What the Hell Chuck?" Dean asked in shock.
"Well, they don't call it paradise for nothing Dean," Chuck laughed.
"You know him?" Steve asked, he was the one in shock now.
Dean looked from Chuck to Steve and back again before he shook his head, walked back into the garage, promptly turned around and cursed again. "What the Hell?"
"I'm confused," Steve said.
"I just stopped by to say congratulations on solving the case but I can't make it tonight. Other commitments. But good job, that was a tough one and you all performed marvellously."
"You've known about the case the whole time?" Dean practically yelled.
"Dean..." Chuck started, and stopped, only to look at Dean knowingly and smile.
Steve looked to Dean for answers in his absolute confusion. He'd never heard Chuck talk like that before, and was a little confused because he'd been somewhat involved in the whole case front he get go.
"I know him, yeah. I know him but he goes by Chuck Shurley or Carver Edlind, depending on his mood. Turns out he's got many aliases and occupations. And he's not a cop... not the way I know him."
"Dean..." Chuck's tone was that of warning.
"Of course he's a cop. He's been on the force here since before I came back. He worked with my dad," Steve said. "He worked with Danny."
"Yeah, I guess that makes sense. He can be who ever the hell he wants to be," Dean said. "But you know, you can't lend a hand from time to time and save us the trouble?" he accused sarcastically.
"What's with all the yelling," Danny asked as he came out of the house. "Oh hey Chuck. Thanks again for the maps and all the help with the case. It was really appreciated. They turned out to be the final pieces that we needed."
"See Dean, I did help," Chuck said and laughed.
"He was the responding officer on the second crimes scene, that first night, and gave us the intel into where and what Igor was up to. Then he brought the old maps to Five-O so that we could map out our moves," Danny added.
"What the hell Chuck?" Dean yelled again and biting his tongue he stormed back into the garage and started banging around with tools.
"What's all that about?" Danny asked Steve and both men looked to Chuck for clarification.
"Dean is very loyal, fiercely. A good man and so good at what he does. It's a God given gift, and so is Sam. He's just protecting me and there is a reason he and his brother were never around when I showed up to help. They would have given it all alway too early," Chuck said and smiled.
"Given what away?" Steve asked and folded his arms.
"He's God!" Dean yelled as he came back. "Actual God. The Almighty. Creator of everything human and divine. He's the reason Sam and I exist, keep coming back to life, and his sister Amara brought our mom back from the dead. He's God!"
"Amara says hi, by the way," Chuck said unfazed by Dean's revelation. "She's been hanging around with Pele. They became fast friends."
"Great, that's awesome," Dean was so sarcastic that he nearly choked as he turned and began to pace.
"God?" Danny asked sceptically. "That's impossible."
"No, it's not," Dean said and folded his arms. "Why Montgomery? Why here?" He asked angrily now.
"Well, I have a thing for a book about a little red haired girl from an island. So Shurley and Montgomery just kinda suited me. And to be fair, I always go back to the islands because creation is constantly happened here. I left Pele in charge of it but I like to watch it happening," Chuck confessed. "Just a little reminder of those days billions of years ago."
"Fine, that's fine, but why not help? Why leave Igor for so long? Why bring these men into the know when you could have been merciful and left them out of the supernatural all together?" Dean asked.
"Because you needed help," Chuck said. "And you need good people to fall back on and Steve and Danny and their team are good people who believe you. Igor was a means to an end and you know I like to watch you work."
"What the hell Chuck?" Dean yelled again and stormed off.
"He'll calm down," Chuck said to a silent Danny and Steve. "I know you've got his back."
"Sure, but seriously, what the hell Chuck?" Steve asked sceptically.
"Steven. Daniel. It is no coincidence that you two are together, as thick as thieves and a near as brothers. It was the plan all along to have you two come together and be this for each other. You have a great responsibility here on these islands and with the people you bring to you. You are to keep them and protect them, and be the good that is needed in this world. But also, now that you know about the supernatural, you can really protect the islands, my last great paradise on earth and the place where true creation is always occurring. Yes. I am God, and with you two, I am well please," Chuck said, smiled and vanished before their eyes.
"Paradise my ass!" Dean yelled at the sky and suddenly their was a storm cloud that opened up and poured rain down on them.
"So he's another angel right?" Danny asked, almost pleaded.
"No, I'm sorry. He's God," Dean said and sighed. "And you'll likely never see Chuck Montgomery ever again. He'll have never existed at the HPD. But if and when he needs you, he'll pop up."
"No," Steve said.
"Seriously, would I lie to you?" Dean asked. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to hit something with a hammer and then get back to the cars as soon as this rain stops."
"Just like that, you'll be fine with it?" Danny asked in shock.
"What else is there to do?" Dean asked and threw his arms up. "No, I need to get rip roaring drunk and then I'll be okay. I suggest the same for you," he added.
"God?" Steve asked and looked at Danny.
"God!" Danny said and shook his head.
"Just breathe boys. Tomorrow will be just another insane day in the life of Five-O and the day after that, and the day after that, until you feel okay about it and you'll pray so hard for a miracle that he'll have no choice but to answer you. And that's the hope that you now have to carry with you and the knowledge that you have. Be thankful that you know what you know and cherish what you don't," Dean said and handed Danny a crowbar and Steve a wrench. "And if you just need to get it out, hit something or shoot something, and life will carry on."
"Also, I'm kinda keen about the getting drunk, like right now," Steve said.
"Me too," Danny nodded.
"It's 5PM somewhere in the world," Dean said. "Let's get back to work," he added and dove into the Marquis with all he had.
The End.
