A/N: Hello all! I managed to get another Chapter out finally! First and foremost I want to thank from the bottom of m heart all of you who left me comments/reviews. I appreciate all of your patience and support with this. I know I have some big gaps with posts, but I really am going to see this thing through until the end. I promise.

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Chapter 28

"Alright got your tacos, we've got..." The older Winchester brother glanced around their current motel in a way that told his sibling he was judging it just like he had all the other places they had stayed so far "a new shithole. Get cracking." "Excuse me?" The writer said taken aback.

"The tablet. Start reading."

"We literally just got here."

"What part of apocalypse don't you understand? We don't have time for you to dip your toe in this. We've gotta move and we can't do that until you've done your part. So dive in." "Dean," Sam started firmly.

"Kidnapping the prophet was your idea," the older brother reminded "so don't 'Dean' me." Sam shook his head at his brother and then turned to the hunter.

"What should we do Bobby?"

Bobby sighed "Well I hate to say it, but your brother's not wrong. there ain't much we can do at the moment 'cept keep ourselves hidden. We really do need that translated."

"But you guys don't even know if it will help. What if I translate this and it was all for nothing?" The writer questioned.

"We'll cross that bridge when we...," Sam paused for a moment "if we come to to it."

"I gotta tell you, this tablet being your only plan and you not actually knowing if it's any use to stop the apocalypse is not really comforting."

"I'm sorry," Bobby stated sarcastically "do you have a better plan? Because I don't know about you but this is my first apocalypse and I don't know jack or squat about what to do and unfortunately I haven't come across any 'How to Stop Armageddon for Dummies' books."

Chuck nodded nervously. "That's fair," his voice cracked.

"Don't worry Chuck. Dean, Bobby, and me, we're going to keep you safe. Ok? Just help us with this, please."

The writer sighed and found a spot on the floor to stare at, unable to look either of the men in the eyes. "Ok. But you guys might want to come up with a plan B, possibly even a plan Z...and get me some Pepto."

"We'll do what we can," Sam replied " thanks again."

It took a number of days and constant prodding from a very impatient Dean Winchester before the writer let out a triumphant yell, startling a dozing Dean awake. "You got something there Enstien?" He asked adjusting himself in his seat as Bobby looked up from his book to Chuck.

"I think so, yeah."

"Well?"

"From what I can tell, it says something about...gates. I think."

Dean waited for him to continue and when he didn't he pushed "and? What about them?"

"I uh...I don't know yet exactly. I'm still working on that," the prophet answered nervously looking from one man to the other. "Well? What are you waiting for? Keep reading. I can't do anything with 'gates,'" Dean snapped. Chuck sighed and returned his attention to the tablet. The older Winchester brother closed his eyes and massaged the bridge of his nose.

"I know this is urgent and important, but you need to take it easy son. The man's doin' the best he can," the hunter said calmly. Dean opened his eyes and stopped massaging his nose. He opened his mouth to respond but then frowned and looked around the room.

"Where's Sam?" He asked.

"He mentioned something about going for a walk," Chuck shrugged.

"And you let him?" Dean questioned sternly turning to Bobby.

"Don't look at me," Bobby replied defensively . "While you were checkin' your eyelids for cracks, I was at the lobby payin' for another couple'a nights. I only just got back not that long ago. Yer welcome, by the way."

"Son of a bitch," Dean muttered under his breath as he pulled himself from his seat.

"Where are you going?" The writer asked.

"Where do you think?" The older Winchester countered "I'm going to find my brother." Just as Dean reached for the doorknob, the door flung open causing him to take a step back to avoid being hit. Sam noticed his brother and almost jumped himself. "Dean? What are you doing?"

"Uh the real question is what are you doing Sam?"

The younger brother furrowed his brow. "What do you mean? I'm just walking through the door."

"I mean what were you doing outside?"

"I felt a little cooped up, you know? So I took a little break and went for a walk to clear my head a bit," Sam shrugged innocently.

"Alone?!"

"Well, yeah. Dean, I'm not a kid. I don't need anyone's permission to go for a walk."

"I think what your brother is trying to say Sam is that it's not exactly the safest idea to go wanderin' around especially alone. We may not have heard anything in awhile, but that don't mean we're outta the woods. You understand?" Bobby interjected.

Sam nodded his head "yeah no I know I just...I just needed a walk."

"Well while you were out smelling the flowers, your prophet hit us with something groundbreaking," Dean turned to look at the writer. "Go ahead and share the big news with Sam there Chuck."

The prophet looked from Dean to Sam unsure.

"G-gates?"

"Gates?" Sam echoed looking from the perplexed writer to an unamused older brother.

"Gates," Dean confirmed.

"Wh-what about them? " Dean stared at Chuck waiting for him to answer the question.

"I-I don't know, exactly. I just was able to make out the word gates."

Sam turned to Dean who gave a sarcastic grin and nodded. The younger man sighed and brought his attention back to the prophet with a small appreciative grin on his face. "Well, it's a whole word more than what we had before. Good work Chuck," he praised.

"Good work? Are you kidding me? He's been staring at the thing for days! And all he came up with after all this time is 'gates?!'" "You try reading it then," the writer countered.

"I can't Chuck. I'm not a prophet," Dean argued.

"Exactly, you can't. I'm trying my hardest here, ok? It's not like I've ever read this language before so please, just give me some time."

Dean rubbed at his eyes again and turned on his heels.

"Where are you going, Dean?" The younger sibling huffed.

"Out," he answered shortly. Sam threw his hands up in the air.

"Didn't you just say -" his words were cut off by the motel door slamming. The younger Winchester threw himself into the seat his brother had been occupying.

"Your brother's a real hothead," Chuck commented. Sam scoffed.

"You're not wrong. Do you have any siblings Chuck?"

"A sister."

"Are you guys close?"

"Not really."

"I'm sorry."

The writer looked at the younger man with a furrowed brow. "For what?"

"That you're not close." Chuck nodded and then chuckled.

"Hey, it is what it is. Right?"

"I guess, yeah."

"I can see you and your brother are...somewhat close."

Sam looked down at his lap. "More now than we have been in a long time. I've...been through some things. But I guess you already know that." The prophet agreed. "How is it that you were able to be so on key with our lives by the way? Do you have visions or something?"

"Yeah, something like that," Chuck said timidly. Sam chose his next words carefully.

"Do you...do you know what's going to happen in the future?"

He shook his head."It kind of just hits me at random, you know? I haven't seen anything since..." The writer thought for a moment.

"Well since meeting you guys I think. I believe the last thing I saw was the last chapter of my...um..." "Your what?" Sam pressed " your book? "

"More like...my sequel I was working on."

The younger Winchester's eyes grew wide. "Wait so...how much have you seen up to this point?"

"Your brother finding you after coming back from Hell," the prophet confessed sheepishly. Sam's heart skipped a beat.

"Does that mean, do you know what happened to Dean when he was in Hell?"

Chuck shook his head."Sorry, no." The younger man's shoulders slumped at the answer. A new thought came into his mind and now it was his turn to look timid.

"If you knew about my brother going to Hell and coming back, do you also know what was going on with me too?" The writer sighed and shook his head. The hunter knew what Sam had been referring too but decided against commenting.

"But that, what I was doing, that doesn't make me evil. Right? Castiel he said that I had to stop or things could get bad. But that doesn't mean I'm evil."

"I don't know Sam," the man shrugged. "I mean what you were doing," his eyes shifted quickly from the younger Winchester to

Bobby and then back again. "You know that's not a good thing. Right?"

"But I was using it for good," Sam tried to explain. "I was doing it to get strong a-and help others." The writer put his hands up.

"I'm not judging. You don't have to convince me. I mean you stopped it didn't you? You're not...you know, on it anymore?"

"No," the younger man answered defensively. Realizing how he sounded he repeated himself calmly "no."

The prophet nodded. "Alright, now if you're ok with it, I want to see what else I can figure out before Dean comes back and rips me a new one."

Sam thanked the man again and then headed into the restroom to get ready to settle down for the night.

A/N: Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed the chapter. I'll post the next as soon as it's finished.