Chuck wept for a while in the dirt, unable to get up. His legs didn't listen to him nor his arms or really any part of his body. He was overcome by a deep, deep despair. What had he become? What was he to do? How was he to live as a human? How is he to get out of here with no god power? He would have to walk.
Chuck wondered how far from civilization he was. Was there any civilization to be left? Would the boy be able to bring everyone back? Could he?
He took a small joy in knowing that maybe his defeat was not all encompassing. Maybe Jack wouldn't be able to bring back the humans and only the four of them would be left on this earth. All those souls weren't stashed in Heaven or in Hell or even the garden, but in a special new place impossible to access. Only he knew where to find it. That gave him a good chuckle in between the sobs.
Oh, to be Dean Winchester pining for the rest of your life after an angel you had no chance of seeing ever again! Or to be Sam Winchester having to lose another wonderful, wonderful woman. Ha! That will show them that he's never really defeated. And the kid claiming that his power won't come back! Chuck could already feel himself getting stronger and for the first time in a few hours he managed to get himself off the ground.
There were worse places to be left totally alone than on the shore of a lake on a beautiful warm day. The water was the color of Dean Winchester's eyes. Chuck regretted the decision of giving humans different colored eyes. The leaves on the trees dotted around the shore were still in their vibrancy. A slight breeze rocked everything gently like someone would to put a baby to rest. It was peaceful.
Chuck liked to be out in nature; he felt that out of all of his creations that humans called "divine" nature was the one most deserving of the title. Clever of the Winchesters to pick this place. If they had lost, they would have had a nice quiet resting place. And if he didn't get out of there soon that would be Chuck's resting place.
He didn't know exactly how long it took for a human to starve to death, but he knew that lack of water would do him in before that. Still, he had a couple of days before that would become worrisome. By then he surely would have reached a place with food and water.
Next thing he needed was warmth. There were a few hours until the sunset, so he had time to start a fire and luckily there was plenty of wood around him. It didn't take him very long to find a few old branches and arrange them.
He snapped his fingers, but no spark ignited the wood he had collected. Well, that was annoying. Luckily while pretending to be human, a couple of decades before he put on the face Chuck Shurley the Supernatural writer he was Chuck Jones the painter and he was dating a gallery owner named Felix.
Felix had a love of the outdoors and camping and before the inevitable break in their relationship, he had taken to teaching Chuck to be a survivalist. His memory was exceptional and he soon started to apply what he had been taught so many years before. As it turns out, while he had no problems in creating fire, igniting it without any powers proved itself a tad more difficult. And after an hour it turned out to be impossible. Chuck knew the mechanics, but no matter how hard he tried or how he tried it no spark gave way to a fire. Upset Chuck kicked one of the rocks of his fire pit. "Mother f-er!"
He had just gotten his legs to listen to him and in the span of a couple of hours he had managed to already break a toe. Did people die of broken toes?
If the boy wouldn't manage to bring back all the people, this new existence of his would be very short and end with a death brought by infection. It felt a bit insulting to die of a broken toe. Then again, in his book Dean died from rabies.
In the grand scheme of things he knew he wouldn't be dying of a broken toe, but of a failed attempt at writing a successful finale for his book series. Actually, that wasn't much better.
In the grand scheme of this he would be dying because Lucifer had sex? That wasn't either.
In the grand scheme of things he would be dying because Castiel fell in love with a human? That was somewhat closer, but still no cigar.
In the grand scheme of things he would be dying because he created the world? That just felt to be a bit too unrelated. Sure, he created the world, several in fact, as well as Castiels and Lucifers, but only this Castiel betrayed him like this, choosing humanity instead of his own angelic family. And Lucifer had rebelled against him, universe and universe again, but Jack had been the only one, there was no duplicate of him.
Just like that he knew where the real screw up had been. When he had made Castiel bring back Dean from Hell. The other two versions of Sam that had his brother dragged to Hell did the sensible things. One had, alongside Bobby and a guy named Pierre, broke into Hell and rescued his brother or what had been left of him after three human years spent in Hell. In that world Pierre and Dean fell in love and opened up an artisan beer bar after preventing all the seals from being broken and Sam ended up as a human rights professor with two daughters and four tiny dogs. The only good thing to come out of that story was the beer because Chuck really didn't understand what Dean saw in Pierre or how Sam could own dogs after losing a leg, a spleen and four toes to a few hellhounds. The other version of Sam just moved on with his life and let Dean burn. It's what this version of Sam should have done.
Chuck screamed into the night air, wishing that all his children had not been such failures. Just look at his "favorite" sons: Lucifer and Michael. One too much of a daddy's boy and the other not enough. Good children listen to their father. Well, now all the Lucifers and Michaels were dead.
To be totally honest with himself, they had not been his favorite for many many moons; his favorite was Castiel, the son who always listened. Castiel had known how to be a good son, doing what he was told, he was obedient and faithful, before Dean he had never questioned him. He had also been a great amusement to Chuck as all jokes and sayings would go right over his head.
Castiel had been faithful to a fault. Even when Raphael tried to kill him for doing what Chuck had ordered him. Saving Dean Winchester from perdition was the last order Castiel ever took from him. He had made Castiel a seraphim and that gift bore no weight when it came to choosing his side. Always the Winchesters.
Chuck was now cold and hungry. He wanted a pizza. And a beer. And a better coat.
With no fire, no food and a broken toe Chuck went to sleep dreaming of angels, demons and Winchesters.