A/N: Hey everyone. I know it's been awhile and I'm sorry about that but life has been crazy. And if I'm being honest, I've been struggling to find my muse to write. But here I am with another chapter for whoever is still bearing with me on this story. I haven't forgotten about it.

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Chapter 27

"What the...where...who...?" The man on the cot bolted up suddenly, startling the younger Winchester. The prophet's gaze never seemed to stop moving from all around him.

"Chuck, relax, it's ok," Sam tried to sooth the frantic writer. "I'm not going to hurt you, I promise."

"This isn't the motel, where are we?"

"Ok I know this is all a little...a lot, right now," Sam started keeping his voice calm. "But my brother and I need your help."

"My help? For what? Saving the world and stopping the devil?!"

"Dean wasn't kidding when he said all that."

"You guys are nuts," Chuck replied moving to get up from the cot. Sam put his hands out to stop him but didn't physically touch him.

"Please, just, listen. Alright? I know it sounds crazy, but it's true and you're the only one who has a shot at helping us stop the apocalypse and Lucifer rising."

Chuck laughed and shook his head. "My editor was right, I need to lay off the alcohol."

"I'm being serious here," Sam countered trying to keep his tone at a decent prophet eyed the younger Winchester.

"Ok, let's just say what you're saying is true and the world is in danger and Lucifer is going to be coming to Earth. Why do you need my help exactly?"

"Because you're the prophet," Sam answered.

"Yeah you keep saying that, but what does that even mean?"

"It means you can read this." The younger Winchester pulled the slab off of a nearby table and handed it to the writer. The tablet barely touched his hands when his eyes squeezed shut and he tossed it back to the younger man. Sam looked from the tablet back at Chuck quizically.

"N-no, no! I don't want to look at that thing ever again," he replied reopening and blinking his eyes.

"What? Why?"

"The moment I touched it it was like being on the teacup ride at Disneyland during an earthquake in a blender." He explained. "No, I'm sorry Sam, but you're going to have to find another prophet."

"There are no other prophets," Sam explained. "You're all we've got."

"Is this some Lord of the Rings bullshit? One prophet to help them all?"

The younger man nodded sadly. "There's only one prophet at a time, so the only way to have someone else be a prophet, is if the current one dies."

Chuck's face flushed. "Oh. That's just...that's awesome."

"Sorry." The two men sat silently for awhile before the sound of hurried footsteps grabbed both their attention. "Dean? What? What is it?" Sam asked with alert eyes.

"The demons know where we are," the older sibling explained. "What? How do you know for sure?"

"Because that dickbag Crowley showed up when I was ditching the car."

"Crowley? Like the song by Ozzie Osbourne?" Chuck asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Pretty sure more like the guy that the song is about. But kudos for knowing who Ozzie is." The older Winchester looked at the man impressed before returning his attention to his brother. "We can't stay here if they know where we are," Dean said returning to the previous topic.

"I'm not afraid of them," Sam challenged. "Let them come."

"Oh no. I'm not letting you near any demons." Realizing what he said, he quickly tried to correct himself. "I'm not letting any demons near you."

Sam scoffed. "You're afraid the moment I see one I'm just going to go dark side again."

The older Winchester opened his mouth, then closed it, took a moment, and tried again. "I just don't think we should put that...temptation, in front of you is all. I'm not saying you're going to, I'm just saying it's possible and I don't want to take any chances. We have enough on our plates and we just got you back on the mend, let's not pile shit up."

"Where's Bobby?"

"Getting us another car. Get your stuff and let's go." Dean turned to the writer. "You too Wimpy, let's go." Dean rushed up the stairs with his brother and the prophet only steps behind. The older Winchester grabbed his bag, flung it over his shoulder, and made for the exit, throwing a quick glance over his shoulder to check if his sibling was still following him. They hurried down the steps and came to a halt. All three of them looked around at their surroundings.

Dean pulled out his phone but barely punched in the first number before he heard a voice.

"Winchester." The older brother looked up to see a man with dark hair and a goatee smiling up at him. However it was short lived and almost as soon as it had appeared, it disappeared. His inhumane black eyes turned a humane pale blue and he took a step back. Dean followed his petrified stare to his little brother who was giving the demon his own glare. The dark haired man threw his head back and black smoke ejected out of his mouth. The man collapsed to the ground.

The sound of screeching tires grabbed the men's attention and brought it to the source of the sound. "Get in. All of you!" Bobby ordered. Without a moment's hesitation, everyone piled into the new temporary car and the hunter sped off.

"That was a demon?" The prophet squeaked.

"Yeah," Sam confirmed.

"I kinda expected...more. You know? Like for them to look more...like something. Like a monster."

"Demons are souls that have been twisted. There isn't really a form so much as a...I don't know, entity. If that makes any sense?"

"Wait a second, you wrote about demons in your story," Dean pointed out. "You should already know this."

"Writing about things in what you believed was a world you made up and things in the real world are completely different. You think I knew demons and angels and all that made up crap was real? It's called fiction for a reason."

"But you're a prophet."

"Right, another thing I didn't know existed."

"Chuck that back there, is only a small peek at what this world is crawling with. What you wrote about monsters being real, is real. Those things are the reason we need your help. Well, them and angels. We understand that there is no way to get rid of all the things that go bump in the night, but if we can stop Lucifer from turning Earth into Hell part two, we've got to try." "

Uh huh. And how is me reading that slab of rock going to save the world?"

Sam shrugged. "Honestly? We don't know that it will. But that slab is the Word of God and only a prophet can read it. So, we figure that's as good as any a place to start. Especially since we got lucky to have both the tablet and you come into our lives around the same time. Dean doesn't believe in coincidences, so, I take it as a sign."

The car was silent with only the sound of tires on the gravel and some squeaks that came from the weight on the seats. "If I decipher this tablet for you, this Word of God, will you take me back home?"

"Yes. You have my word. Help us with reading this tablet, and we will take you home." Dean eyed his brother but didn't say anything. The prophet sighed.

"Alright. I can't make any promises, but, I'll try."

Sam's shoulders lowered and he let out a breath. "Thank you, Chuck."

"Alright, we have a plan," Dean said looking out the front window of the car. "Now we just need to find a place where demons and angels won't be able to find us and hope that while we are waiting for Wimpy to crack the God code, the demons don't jail break the devil first. Should be as easy as rounding up venomous snakes in a venomous snake pit." Sam threw his brother a dirty look which Dean didn't show any signs he had seen. "No pressure then," the prophet gulped.

Now in the semi safety of the stolen car, Dean sat back and reflected on the conversation he had had with the demon. Threatening to take something from him was an easy one. That could be Bobby or maybe he'd get fed up and try to kill Sam himself. But give something back that he wouldn't want? The only thing he could possibly get back would be his mom, but that made no sense for a demon to return her to him and have it be a bad thing. Unless she was taken over by a demon? Or worse, she was brought back as a demon. But that couldn't be, she was in Heaven. She had to be. Dean didn't realize his name was being called until the third attempt to reach him. He turned to look at his little brother who was staring back at him. "You ok?" The younger man asked.

"I'm fine, why?"

"Because we've been talking about food for the last few minutes and you've just been silently staring at nothing."

"So?"

"So, it's unlike you to not have anything to say on the topic. No saying you want a burger or agreeing or disagreeing to anything."

"You know me, I can find something anywhere."

Sam stole a quick glance at the driver in the rear view mirror who briefly met his gaze. "Well I don't know about anyone else," Chuck chimed in " but I could go for some tacos. "

A/N: Thank you so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed the chapter!