AUTHOR NOTE: This was requested by djinn.n
You and your brothers had discovered your life stories had been written as books by an author named Edlund Carver. Who was really a guy named Chuck Shurley, who was according to Castiel a prophet of the lord. Basically, if God had a message or something big was going down like Lilith God apparently sent them as dreams to Chuck and he wrote them down as the Supernatural books. Your brothers told you to stay with Chuck and keep an eye on him while they ran to the laundry mat and checked out some of the books. Chuck was quiet as he typed away. He seemed to really love to drink. Then again you would probably drink to if you were constantly getting messages from God himself and just thought they were very vivid dreams. You were sitting on the couch and you were getting sleepy. You hadn't been sleeping much with everything going, but soon you fell fast asleep.
Chuck looked over and half smiled as he got up and walked over to you. He gently threw a blanket over you. He just stared at your peaceful sleeping form. Was what he was feeling wrong? You were for sure one of his most beautiful creations. He had foolishly let himself fall for you long before meeting you. You were in the books. You were caring, sweet, strong, brave, and the beauty he used on you was some of his finest work. He couldn't help but fall for you. Sure he could court you as Chuck and have an old fashioned romance of course, but would it get to the point where he could tell you who he truly was?
And if he did would you accept it? Or would you turn him away? Would you genuinely still love him or only love him for his divine powers? Part of him felt it was wrong to date the beings he created, but then again it was lonely being God at times. He frowned and decided to just see what happened as the pages unfolded. It is his story after all. He leaned down and kissed your forehead and went back to writing.