Author note: I hope you enjoy the plot twist...

Chapter 47: Only you

Dean's POV

Waking up feeling a sense of contentment was not what Dean Winchester expected. Fleeting thoughts of lying beaten in a darkened room flashed across his mind. Closing his eyes he blinked and rubbed them, but still the darkness was gone. His new found sense of contentment was further supported by the feel of silken sheets rubbing against the smooth skin of his chest.

'This isn't right!' With that thought he sat up quickly and took in his surroundings. Looking slowly from left to right, he realised he was in Viktor's private bed room. As he did a second scan of the room he realised he must have slept through the night and most of the morning. And what a fine summer morning it was. Then he realised that he was totally alone in the room. That thought made him loudly sigh in relief as he recalled how harshly the Grand Master had treated his body.

Looking at his body he checked for new bruises and markings and to his surprise, he found none. Flashbacks of the previous evening echoed in his mind as he raised the sheet and looked down the length of his body, taking in his leg. Moving his toes and turning his ankle back and forth he realised that Viktor had not broken his leg. 'That's impossible. I heard the crack! What the hell?'

Nothing made sense. He should be lying on the floor in a pool of vomit, piss and blood. Not waking up wrapped in silken sheets and feeling like as if he's had a great night's sleep. Something was wrong. Part of him was convinced it was another one of the dreams he had been having recently, but it didn't feel like it. Besides, those dreams always had someone either picking on him and making him feel like shit, or Viktor was there and they were happily engaged in intimate acts. No! Whatever this was, it was not one of the bonding dreams that had been invading his mind irrespective of whether he was awake or asleep.

The more he tried to make sense of his feelings and surroundings the more confused he got. His mind felt light and fuzzy, so the slight tingling pain he sensed when he placed his feet firmly on the ground in an attempt to get out of bed brought him back to his senses. In fact, the sensation in his leg reminded him of the night before, specifically as his Master broke his leg. Looking down he could see no damage, but as he took in the bare flesh, he realised he was naked.

'Dammit Winchester. If he walks in here, you might as well put out a sign saying open for business'. Grabbing the nearest bed sheet, he quickly wrapped it around his body and began to look for clothing. Luckily he found a pair of tanned slacks and a crisp white shirt sitting neatly placed on a seat that was leaning against the nearest wall. Frowning at the attire but realising this was as good as it was going to be, he grabbed the clothing and made his way towards the shower.

Entering the bathroom, he dropped the sheet and turned on the shower. It was only when the water cascaded down his body that he began to relax. In fact, the feeling of being relaxed whilst he resided as a sex slave in a billionaire vampire's private suite should feel wrong but for some reason he felt fine. No, fine was not the right word, he felt … at ease. That very thought made him shiver. He should not feel fine or at ease. He should be scared and angry. He had been kidnapped, imprisoned, beaten and raped. Then it hit him. … 'the bond!'

The thought of being completely bonded to Viktor should have sent him into a fit of violence. But as he searched his mind he couldn't feel anything…. only a subdued mellowness that seemed to seep deep into every essence of his being. As he cleaned himself thoroughly, Dean weakly attempted to devise ways to break the bond but he was so calm and lethargic that his mind refused to form viable options. Instead he found himself dried and dressed and standing washing his teeth in front of the large bathroom mirror before he realised he had not real plan.

In an attempt to distract himself, he looked directly at his reflection and that did the trick as he couldn't miss how his time with the vampire had changed him. Hating the thought of his weakness and defeat, and wrapped in a shield of subservience, Dean raised his fist and smashed the mirror. As shards of glass fell into the sink he looked down at his hands and watched as his blood began to drip down his fingers into the sink. The very sight of the thick red fluid made him sick to his soul. His very blood was the reason why he was trapped in this nightmare. If only he hadn't tasted so appealing, then maybe Viktor would have forewent the entire imprisonment and indoctrination thing and just killed him outright. 'No such fucking luck!'

Despite the realisation that he had actually damaged Viktor's property when he hurt himself, Dean couldn't find it in himself to care what punishment he would have to incur. Instead he seemed to float his way back into the master bedroom so he could await Viktor's arrival.

Thoughts of his Master returning presented him with his next dilemma. Looking around the suite, he didn't know what to do with himself. Should he sit patiently and await Viktor's return or should he strip and lay himself out prettily for the vampire? Instead, he sat at the side of the bed and tried to shake himself out of the eerie calmness that had settled on him. Unfortunately Dean couldn't stir himself into action and as he remained still all he could hear was the loud ticking of a clock.

"Strange. Normally he would be back by now. The summit negotiations must be going right down to the wire or something otherwise he would be here by now." Mumbling to himself, Dean's stomach began to rumble signalling that it was time to eat. Without thinking the hunter stood and made his way, as if by automatic pilot, out into the main living room area. It was then that he smelt the most divine smell of all…. Bacon.

The smell was followed by the sound of cutlery scrapping a plate, but it wasn't coming from inside the suite, it was coming from the balcony area. Dean didn't know whether he should stay where he was until he was called, or whether he should just walk out and casually bid his master good morning before sitting down. But the fact that his master was sitting attempting to eat breakfast outside on what was shaping up to be a beautiful sunny day didn't sound right.

Further muttering from outside shook Dean out of his inner conversation, but it was a stronger whiff of bacon that made the decision for Dean as his feet moved on their own towards the patio doors.

Blinking as he stepped out into the sunshine, it took Dean several minutes for his eyes to adjust to the scene that lay before him. And then a further few minutes to try and comprehend what he was seeing. Frozen to the spot, Dean took in the most beautifully laid table he had ever seen in his life. Plates of every favourite food were on display and just screaming out for him to take up his seat and dive right in. But it wasn't the food that had Dean in a state of complete shock. No. It was the small but imposing figure of no other than Chuck.

"Chuck?!"

"Good morning Dean. I'm glad to see you're up. Well don't just stand there take a pew and we'll tuck in. Besides, get it whilst it's hot." Chuck stopped talking as his attention moved to filling up a rather large plate with bacon, eggs, toast, sausages, he even lifted some of the delicious soda and slim fried bread that only could be found on breakfast plates in Ireland.

Dean wasn't sure whether it was Chuck's command or the smell of food, but Dean found himself sitting down and beginning to fill up his plate as well.

"How about some coffee? I know you're a monster if you don't have something strong in the morning and by the looks of it, you might need something stronger. Butttt… no shop talk, let's eat." With those words, Chuck began to stuff a fork packed with a piece of meat, egg and bread into his mouth. The action was followed swiftly by the most over the top moan Dean had ever seen. So ludicrously over the top that the hunter couldn't help but be impressed.

Fortunately Chucks actions and the opportunity to eat the best breakfast ever snapped Dean into action and for the next few minutes both men devoured their food in silence.

As Dean finished scrapping the last piece of food from his plate, Chuck took the opportunity to refill both cups with coffee. As he did, Dean realised that he still felt content and that it was more to do with the man/entity having breakfast with him than with the bond. "Chuck, emmmm.. don't take this the wrong way, but with everything that's been going on with me recently. You know, the whole kidnapping and being owned by a vampire. Well, I'm not sure whether… emm.. ahh crap… Look, what I mean to ask is… are you real?"

As Dean spoke, Chuck seemed to take his friend's appearance in, and with roaming eyes, Chuck scanned Dean up and down. "Yes and no."

"Ehhh? What do you mean, yes and no?" Dean couldn't help but raise his voice.

"Sorry Dean, I know things have not been great for you and me appearing like this must be confusing, but I don't mean to make it more confusing. But yes, I am truly here talking to you. This is not your imagination trying to conjure up some alternative reality so you can escape the crappy one you're currently living in. This is me and you really here and having a chat."

"Emm, so what's with the 'no' part of the answer?" Dean still couldn't help but look and act confused.

"I am here talking to you Dean. This is real but, I'm not physically sitting on a veranda with you having breakfast. In fact… hold on, it might be easier if I show you." With his words Chuck turned in his seat and waved his hand. Immediately a small section of the sky behind them began to change and Dean took in the image of a darkened room and as he looked closer he could see his damaged body lying on the floor."

"Is that me?" The hunter couldn't help but ask.

"Sadly my friend, it is. You see, at this very moment in time you are lying in a locked room with serious internal injuries and a broken leg. You're unconscious and … well… things are not looking good for you kid…. … But on the bright side, because your unconscious, it has allowed me to drop in."

Smiling at his explanation, Chuck waved his hand and turned back towards the table and took another sip from his coffee. "So, in a nutshell, I'm really here, but here is a dream due to your subconscious."

Despite the simple explanation, Dean felt he had one answer but now there were so many more questions to ask. "Okayyyyyy…. But…. how do I know that it's you that's here because you've decided to drop in and have a conversation, and.. well… not me dreaming of someone coming in to save me. I mean… apart from the mind melt, if you're real, why don't you just snap your fingers and rescue me?"

Dean hoped, in fact, he prayed that Chuck was real and was present in his mind. If that was the case, then he had the first real chance of breaking the bond, killing all the vampires and getting out of here and all without having to appear as the damsel in distress that needed rescuing by his baby brother, his mum, his best friend and a 2 year old nephilim.

Chuck smiled. "Oh Dean, only you could find a way to poor cold water on a moment. Look, I would love to perform various miracles but we both know that you would still doubt I'm here so I'm going to forego this bullshit, because we don't have time."

"I think you've answered the question for me. Let's face it, this is a dream. I'm lying unconscious and I'm in desperation, I'm dreaming that you, a.k.a God, is going to come in and help me. I'm so stupid. Don't worry, now that I know that it's not real and there's no quick rescue coming, I can relax, play along and manage my expectations better. So, why don't you keep chatting. It's nice to have a small vacation away from the hell that is my life."

Dean could tell that Chuck was becoming annoyed. "I know you're in a bad place Dean. I understand. You're life has not been an easy road travelled. So, I'm going to cut you some slack, but whether you believe me or not is irrelevant because this is happening. So, as I have only a limited window of time, I need to get this done, so we can get this story moving, because this…. All this… as interesting as it is, is not what was supposed to be happening and I need to do what we would call a re-write."

Dean had been keeping up with everything the smaller man was saying to him, but the last few sentences confused him. "What do you mean? Re-write? Not supposed to happen?

Shifting uncomfortably in his seat, Dean could tell that Chuck seemed nervous about answering him. "Come on man, level with me here. Besides, it's a dream and the way things have been going, when I wake up I'll either not remember it, or I'll be too busy trying to survive to think much further on what to do about it. So why don't you cut to the chase and tell me what the hell is going on?"

Sighing deeply Chuck turned and looked directly and sternly at Dean. "Michael and the alternative universe is an interesting plot development, but it is really fucking things up. If I'm honest, it wouldn't have happened if sis hadn't have broken a rule and given you your mum back. But… moving on… no one was ever meant to cross over. And because you did, we now have 2 archangel Michaels existing in the one universe and Michael 2.0 is really messing up the plan. Hence why you're here, practically broken and almost completely bonded to a vampire…. And by the way, once that bond is locked in, it's a bitch, even by my standards and levels of power, to break."

Dean wasn't sure whether it was what had happened to him, or whether it was Chuck, but he still couldn't comprehend what was happened and the look on his face but had shown that as Chuck elaborated. "Put simply Dean. YOU! You're not meant to be here. You're not meant to be here, in this house, lying broken and ready to become someone's live in 'bitch'. You're meant to be out there getting ready to fight the next big bad. BUT! All that's fucked up because.."

Then it hit Dean. "What the fuck? Oh my Go… you never stopped writing, did you? All this time.. Dammit! I'm so stupid. All those years ago, you wrote things and they happened. At the time it was passed off that you were a prophet and that's how you knew. But with all the crap with Amara, we never thought about it any further. We never linked how you had the control of writing our life way back then before the apocalypse, but didn't know what was going to happen next. I mean, we never questioned how you knew, we just assumed that you could see the future because you were a prophet, but as you're actually God, you already can see how things are going to be .. and. Then. You. Write….."

It was then that the penny finally dropped. "You've been in control all this time, haven't you? You've been writing our story, that's how you knew back then what was going to happen because you were writing it. But.. but" Dean's mind was truly melting at the sheer reality of his situation. Unfortunately Chuck seemed to be growing frustrated with things.

"Look Dean, as much as I would like to go 'down this proverbial rabbit hole with you' we don't have time and I believe that discussion is one for another day. I'm here to reset things, but unfortunately, clicking my fingers isn't in the cards"

Dean was furious. "Why not? If you're God Almighty and you're the big man that just has to write my life, it should be soooo easy to just click your fingers and reset the chessboard. Why even bother with this fucked up charade. …. Are you actually getting pleasure out of this?"

Dean's mini rant was halted as he found himself lifted off the chair and pinned up against the patio door. An angry Chuck gripped Dean by the shirt and lifted him a further few centimetres. "We don't have time for your tantrums so I'm going to make this quick. We need to get you back with your brother and family and we need to get Michael 2.0 off the board. To do that, I need to dispose of the vampires, but unfortunately it's not as easy as just clicking my fingers because your brother knows where you are and what's kinda happening to you."

Relaxing his grip and dropping Dean to the floor, Chuck continued. "Michael is also sniffing around and I can't afford to be too visual or he'll both sense my presence and recognise my intervention. No! This has be handled as a rescue and you'll move on. You always move on. What's it you always say? Ahh, that's it. We'll keep grinding. And so you will Dean, because you're special."

Dean wasn't sure why he settled down. He knew that to fight God himself was a none starter and it wouldn't get him anywhere. He needed to shut his mouth and listen, but the last sentence reminding him of how special he was really irked him and he couldn't help enquire, "Special. I hear that word all the time now. You tell me CHUCK! What's so fucking special about me? If it's not Michael wanting his soooo very special vessel it's a number of jumped up, power crazy ancient vampires wanting my blood. Why? You at least owe me that. Why Chuck? Why me?"

Chuck seemed to have an internal debate with himself for a few seconds. So much so, he had moved away from Dean and was now pacing the balcony and all whilst Dean clambered to get to his feet. After a while the deity seemed to come to a decision. "Ahh hell, why not? It's not as if you're going to remember much of this conversation. It might also give me a chance to process some of my inner thinking out loud."

With a snap of his fingers, Dean found himself back inside the suite, only this time, he was sitting on the comfortable lounger and Chuck had positioned himself directly opposite on another lounger. "OK,,,, where do I start? Hmmmmm… you remember way back before Amara and I sorted our stuff out. You know, when we were having some thinking time, trying to work out how to beat her?."

Dean wracked his brain as he tried to recall the series of conversations he had held with Chuck in the run up to the battle with Amara. There had been many moments, most of which were mundane stuff like asking what Chuck wanted to eat. But there were also a number of 'big' conversations that both he and Sam, both collectively and individually, had held with God. Unfortunately with time and the numerous life or death events that had happened to them since then, Dean's memory was not forthcoming. "No, not really. I'm lying unconscious and badly injured on the ground in real life, you're going to have to help me out here."

Dean watched as Chuck seemed to zone out, staring into space. After a few seconds he responded. "Remember the playground? The kids and the building blocks?" Dean nodded. "Well, remember I told you that if things went wrong that you and Sam are the chosen and will find a way and it was the reason why I saved you all those years ago?" Chuck stopped to check if Dean was keeping up.

"Yeah I remember something about that conversation. You talked about us being the fire.. something between light and darkness. Being honest, I thought you were just talking crap. You know, trying to make me feel better. I didn't really take it in…."

Dean was poised to say something more when Chuck interrupted. "I know I referred to you and Sam, but it's you Dean, YOU ARE the FIREWALL between light and darkness and that ONLY YOU would be able to fight on."

Dean stuttered in shock. "Nnnn Nno No NO! Bullshit! I mean, what the hell does that even mean?"

Reaching out and placing a hand on Dean's arm in an attempt to calm him down, Chuck began to explain. "You mentioned that the witch Astra and the vampire talked about how special your soul was. You also mentioned that you were Michael's sword. Well there's a reason why your soul is different Dean. And I know that it makes you uncomfortable to be singled out and looked as special, but you are. In fact, you're UNIQUE! One of a kind."

Despite Chuck's attempts, Dean shifted in his seat, uneasy at where the conversation may or may not be going. Chuck ignored it and continued. "Did you ever stop to consider why your Michael's sword, whilst Sam was just a true vessel?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Dean replied, "well, I just thought it was a difference in words, not a real difference."

"No Dean. There's a big difference. It's the reason why your soul was allocated to Michael as I wanted to make sure that Michael definitely won. You see Michael may be the military leader. The general, but Lucifer has more cunning and was always more determined to win, no matter what he had to do. So I had to make sure that the odds were so stacked in Michael's favour. So I put your soul in what you would consider a rotation. Sending you back through the bloodlines until the time was right."

Dean sat a little more upright, daring not to interrupt the deity as he felt that he was about to get the answer to everything. Chuck continued. "Your soul is the most powerful soul every made. There's no other like it. And it's this power that attracts everything to it. It even impacts on your body from your looks to the blood that flows within your veins. And I don't think you need me to expand on that point any further – all you have to do is look at the situation you're in right now."

Feeling exasperated Dean responded, "But it doesn't explain why I'm special. So what, I've got a powerful soul, but why me. Why this soul? I don't understand."

Chuck sighed again and then got to this feet and moved closer to Dean. Kneeling down, he raised both of his hands and placed them at either side of Dean's face. Moving Dean's head into position Chuck looked directly at Dean. "Oh Dean. There's a reason you're the most powerful soul. It's because you're the first and oldest soul that I ever created. You soul was the template that all others were made and no other were or will be that strong. Not even Sam's or your mother or fathers. Yours… and yours alone."

Pausing, Chuck tried to sense whether Dean had worked it fully out. Inwardly Dean due there was more, but couldn't get his head around any of the information. It was then that Chuck giggled. "Hmmph.. you know, I'm surprised he didn't recognise you when he first met you?! He should have definitely have recognised you when he made the physical connection."

"Recognised me? Who or what are you talking about?"

"Cain! When you met Cain, he told you he knew you were connected, but he assumed it was the bloodline. But he was wrong Dean. There was and is a connection between you. He's is… or rather was… your son. Don't you see Dean, the first soul was the first man. Adam. I created you and your soul first and placed you in the garden so you could shine with all creation. I then created Eve and before you say it. No, it's not Eve, Mother of all Monsters. No, Eve was normal. A soul created from your template."

Dean couldn't believe what he was hearing. Nothing could make sense. There were so many thoughts and feelings running through his head. Everything from being the first man ever created to being responsible for getting every human chucked out of the Garden of Eden right through to killing his oldest, first born son, Cain. That thought made him feel sick.

Chuck could see and hear Dean's thoughts. "Don't beat yourself up about Cain. He was an adult, he made his own choices. Besides you had no choice and you didn't know. So no harm, no foul, eh?!"

Dean still didn't feel any better but he sat as silent as he could feel Chuck had more to tell. With Chuck's hands still on both of his cheeks Dean raised his eyes to meet Chucks as the Almighty continued to talk. "Don't feel bad Dean, I like symmetry, that's why I made sure there was closure for Cain and that in many ways it would be his father, that would end him. It's also the same reason why I left little hints scattered across the timeline. You know.. who do you think suggested the name Adam for your younger half brother?"

Chuck's words seemed to sink in and Dean could feel anger returning. For the second time in the conversation, Chuck had reminded him that he had control over what happened to the Winchesters and at any time the bastard could have stopped the horrors from happening, but hadn't lifted a finger.

"You bastard. You had so much power and control, but in all this time, you've always had control. Why? Why us? Why put us through all this hardship, pain and suffering?" Immediately Dean moved his head back and push himself up from the seat and began to pace. "You know what. I don't even think I want to know the answer to that, besides I'm not even sure I'll get the truth from you. … You know what, if I'm so powerful and I'm meant to be the firewall or even the bloody Great Wall, then how come I can't even get myself out of this mess. I mean, you're here talking to me. Telling me how special I am. In fact, you're revealing your big plot lines, but I'm not seeing the endgame here. Tell me CHUCK! Why are you here? What do you want? WHAT IS YOUR ENDGAME?"

Chuck seemed to study Dean as he paced and spewed out his questions. Dean was angry and frustrated. It was clear to be seen and inwardly he knew he should be keeping his feelings under control but he couldn't. it was dawning on him just how screwed up things were. Not only was he the oldest most powerful soul in the all creation, he had just found out that he was part of a large story and that he had no free will. In fact, he was pretty sure that he never ever had free will. Instead, it had all been part of a bigger story that Chuck had written. No! That was incorrect, it was STILL a story that Chuck was writing. Then it hit him.

"You're losing control, isn't that why you're here? If it was simple, you could easily just pick me up and put things back on track, but you can't and the fact that you're here talking to me, tells me you need something. Am I right?"

As Dean spat out the last few words the elder Winchester knew that he was on the right track, but he had to be very careful not to push too much or too fast. Though tempted to continually shout and rant at the deity, Dean knew he had to play this smart, so it was with great pain he added, "Look Chuck. Level with me here. You've just told me I'm basically Adam. You've then told me I'm the most powerful soul and that I'm the fire wall to keep everything in. Forgive me if I'm having a hard time believing all of this. All I know is that I'm lying naked on a cold floor, probably dying of my injuries and the most powerful being in the universe is in my head monologing but refusing to help. What am I missing?"

Chuck's shoulders seemed to sag, creating a sense that the situation was less urgent or heated. Dean was encouraged by the change in body language. Maybe he would get something that he could work with. Then it happened. Out of nowhere Chuck did a Thanos and snapped his fingers and Dean was on the floor lying on his back frozen in place.

As much as he wanted to scream 'what the hell is going on?' Dean knew it would be pointless. With eyes wide open and unable to close, Dean lay flat on his back and watched as Chuck moved to position himself on his knees so he could hover over the hunter's chest, shoulders and head.

"I'm sorry Dean, as much as you want to drag this out, I have things to do, so why don't I 'kill two birds with one stone' sort of thing here." As he spoke he took his hand and began to open Dean's shirt. Sensing Dean's fear, he began to narrate. "Don't worry Dean, I'm not here to take advantage of you. … Well I am, but not in that way, if you know what I mean? I just need better access to your soul here and I hate having to go through clothing. I have to approach your soul in a different way from any other human's so bear with me."

Dean really wanted to scream a snarky response but found he couldn't even form proper thoughts to concentrate a response towards Chuck. So, he seethed as God partially giggled as he unbuttoned his shirt.

"Just because it's you, I'll walk you through what's going to happen here Deano. I'm going to do what Cas used to refer to as a soulonoscopy. I'm not going to lie to you. It will be painful, but it is necessary, especially as it's required if you're going to break the bond and eventually escape from this place. So bear with me."

On hearing the news, Dean experience brief joy before he was hit with a pain so immense it went straight to the core of his being. Chuck's hand had entered his chest and was seeking out his soul. From the sensation it was clear that the deity had located it. "Ahh… there you are. Keep with me Dean, it won't… take…. Too… long… …. There it is. While I tinker with some things, I'll talk you through what I'm doing."

Despite his lack of mobility, tears and managed to run down his face. The pain was now radiating through his body and the elder Winchester wasn't sure how much longer he could hold on before passing out. But the issue was how could you truly pass out if you were already unconscious and in the middle of a God controlled dream? That thought truly fucked with his head, but at least his thinking had momentarily distracted him.

"You see Dean, in answer to quite a few questions, the reason why you're the firewall is because you're literally part of me. In fact, the only one that can truly connect with your soul is me because in order to make you I use about of God Grace. That's why Amara was so connected to you, but like everything else, I have made sure that your soul was so well disguised that even my sister couldn't sense how special you truly were or indeed or truly you are."

"In order to create the first soul, I took an important part of myself and I formed the soul and then created the vessel for souls to reside in. Now, as your soul is powerful it can be activated in a specific way so power can be harnessed and used. Sort of like a God Like power but not as strong. That's why Michael is so powerful because he has been able to activate some of it, but to truly be all powerful he must get harmony between his grace and your soul to gain access to all of the power."

"Duh.. forgive me, I really am getting off point here. But, I'm activating your soul Dean, because I need you to be able to access it at some stage and when you do, you'll be able to take back control and escape."

As Dean tried to take on board what Chuck was saying the pain began to ease as God removed his had from Dean's chest cavity. Unfortunately the hand moved to hover over the hunter's forehead. "Now, that I've got that sorted and ready to be used, I need to do something about that bond with the blood sucker."

Dean had almost forgotten about the bond or as Viktor had referred to as a singular connexion. Whilst Dean tried to get his thoughts in line, he felt Chuck's power push into his mind and that's when he truly found his voice and screamed.

"I'm sorry Dean. This is hurting, but it's not me, it's the bond. As I thought so, it's not going to be as simple as that but the good news is that it can be broken, but ONLY by you Dean." Silence returned as Chuck sent waves of power through Dean's mind and then the hunter began to feel freedom to move return to his body.

"There you go. All done. Now, we haven't got much time left as I believe Michael is on his way to find your body, but before I go, I need to part this information to you." Bending down until Chuck's mouth was positioned at his ear, the deity continued. "I have to take my leave now, but I won't be too far and I will always be watching Dean. But don't worry, I've fixed it that when the time comes you will get access to such power, albeit temporarily, but you will get access and it will give you the advantage to escape."

"In terms of the bond. Unfortunately it is trickier but NOT impossible. You see, I couldn't break it, but like any bond, the original bond is always two way, which means that you can push back. So I've managed to ensure that you CAN push back Dean and when the time comes you will find that power within you to push back and take back control and when you do, you'll be able to break the bond and set yourself free and just in time to kill the blood sucker."

Dean found his voice. "I I I… still don't understand why you can't just free me? After all, you're the one that has the power to write and control the story."

Sighing, Chuck replied. "Ahh Dean, nothing is ever that simple. Besides where's the fun in that. … No, when the time is right you'll be able to escape, until then I need you to go back to sleep and forget all about our conversation as it won't help for Viktor to also know the truth as the last thing the universe needs is a vampire with access to that much power."

"So, it's goodbye for now Dean but please stay strong for me as escape is coming."

Dean panicked as he felt he needed more time. "Look Chuck don't. I need your help here. I don't understand what you mean by any of that stuff you said. I. I mean, if you think I will have the strength to fight, well man, you don't know how close I am to breaking. I've no fight left. There's no hope. If you plan depends on me then we're all fucked!"

Chuck calmly pushed Dean back onto the flat of his back and quietly whispered, "When the time comes it will be you, and ONLY YOU that will bring victory. Goodnight Dean, sweet dreams." And with those words, the elder Winchester's world went dark again.