AN: Five more chapters and an epilogue... We're getting down to the end. Then you guys will get My Blue Eyed Angel. It's the same length as this one: 20 chapters, a prologue and an epilogue. Enjoy and see you guys next Monday!

I wandered through the halls of the Bunker, trying to find where everyone had disappeared to. I had been back for three days. When I got to the door leading to the basement, I heard yelling and snuck closer to hear better.

"You should never have tried to lock him away!" Cass shouted.

"You know what?" Dean replied. "You're right. I never wanted him in that damn box. I wanted him dead."

"Dean."

"He's dangerous, Cass, and you know it! You've known it for a long time! But that's okay. You know why? Because me and Sam, we've killed just about everything there is. And this- Jack- oh, we'll find a way. Because he's just another monster."

"You don't mean that."

"The Hell I don't."

Silence fell on the other side of the door. A moment later, I jumped back as Cass came storming out.

"Oh... Angie," he muttered.

We stared at each other.

"What, um... What's going on?" I asked him.

"Dean tried locking Jack in the Ma'lak Box... He's gone."

"Gone?"

Cass nodded in confirmation, running a hand down the side of his face. We both made our way toward the kitchen where Cass grabbed a beer from the fridge.

"Can I-"

"No."

I rolled my eyes, huffing as I took a seat at the island.

"So, what's the plan?"

"Dean wants to kill him."

"What do you want?"

Cass looked up into my eyes, considering the words. I waited patiently, head slightly cocked to the side as I maintained eye contact.

XxX

Cass and I were standing in an alley. Cass was looking through a small window in a door as I stood off to the side, keeping watch.

"I need to go to Hell," Cass said.

"You mean, like, metaphorically or..." the demon on the other side of the door trailed off.

"No. Literally. And I understand you can take me."

"Really? 'Cause from what I remember, you've been to Hell- more than once."

"Well, this, this- it's different. I need time to see the Cage and study it."

"Yeah, that's a no. So you can go to Hell- metaphorically."

"No, don't!"

The demon slammed the window shut and Cass sighed in frustration. I opened my mouth to say something, but before I could, we heard someone else's voice.

"Wow. Yeah."

We both turned to see Chuck staring at us.

"You guys are screwed," he told us.

"God," Cass stated.

"Eh..."

"Chuck," I rolled my eyes.

"There you go," Chuck smiled at me.

"Is it really... How are you here?" Cass asked him.

"You called me?"

Cass and I were in Orlando's Emporium, Cass holding an amulet like Dean's.

"God..." he started. "I don't know where you are. I don't know if you can hear me. But please. Sam, Dean- we need you."

"My prayer?" Cass inquired. "That's why you're here?"

"Yeah. Well, that and... him. Jack. He's a problem."

"Problem?" I asked.

"See for yourself," Chuck snapped his fingers.

Suddenly, we were in an office building. There was chaos everywhere. We stood in a corner, taking in everything.

"See, this is why people need to lie," Chuck explained. "Keeps the peace, you know?"

"Seems like an odd stance for... you," Cass commented.

"Is it?" Chuck asked. "I'm a writer. Lying's kind of what we do."

Cass and I made our way through the office.

"Sam!" Cass called.

"Dean!" I chimed in.

Dean opened the door to a conference room, beckoning us to get inside.

"Cass. Angie. How'd you get here?" he asked.

"He brought us," I explained, gesturing behind me.

"Hey, guys," Chuck greeted them, following us through the door.

Sam and Dean stared at him in disbelief.

"I know what you're thinking," Chuck said. "It's been awhile, and I still look pretty good."

"No, that's- that's not what we were thinking," Sam stammered.

"Where the Hell have you been?" Dean demanded.

"Well, you know, it's a funny story," Chuck replied, sitting down. "It reminds me of a song."

He reached beside him, pulling a guitar out of thin air and started playing a few notes. Dean grabbed the guitar from him, smashing it on the floor several times.

"Answer the damn question!" he yelled.

"Don't!" Chuck yelled in response, standing up and pointing at Dean, then smiled. "It's a bit cramped in here, don't you think?"

He snapped his fingers and we found ourselves back in the War Room at the map table.

"There. That's better," Chuck took a seat. "So... how's things?"

We all glared at him and he sighed.

"Okay, look. I get it. All right, I'm from the deus from the machina, and you have questions. So, great. Go."

"Yeah, like Dean said, where have you been?" Sam asked.

"It's hard to explain. Um... everywhere and nowhere, to the edge of the universe and beyond. And I saw Springsteen on Broadway. Man's a genius."

"What about Amara?" Dean cut in.

"She's been with me. Yeah, it's been nice reconnecting after the whole 'trying to murder me and end all existence' thing."

"Where is she now?" Cass inquired.

"Reno. Turns out she loves keno."

"And you're here because..." Dean trailed off.

"Because of Jack," I told him.

Chuck nodded at my response.

"Listen, you guys know me. I'm hands-off. I built the sandbox- you play in it. You want to fight Leviathans? Cool. You got that. You want to go up against- what was it?- 'British Men of Letters'? Okay. Little weak, but okay. But when things get really bad, like the Apocalypse or the Other Apocalypse, that's when I have to step in."

"So you're saying Jack is the Apocalypse?" Sam questioned.

"The kid said, 'Stop lying,' and I don't know if you noticed, but the world went kind of insane."

Chuck flicked his hand, turning the radio on and then spun a finger, switching through channels.

"... rioting on the streets as the Dow drops nearly 15,000 points."

"The purge is real."

"Stay in your homes! I repeat! It's too dangerous!"

"The state is a lie."

"And it's been confirmed- the Queen of England is, in fact, a lizard."

"Inside-"

Chuck gestured again, turning off the radio.

"See," he sighed defeatedly.

"Can you fix it?" Cass asked him.

"Fine," Chuck snapped his fingers. "Fixed."

"Really?" Sam stammered.

"I'm God, Sam. Yeah, really. Go ahead. Try it out."

"Celine Dion rocks," Dean said. "Yeah. Yeah, we can lie again."

I shook my head, rolling my eyes as Cass continued to question Chuck.

"And the rioting?"

"Like it never happened. You're welcome."

Chuck cleared his throat then, standing up.

"Look, the point is, the kid did all that with two words. What's next? He sneezes and- whoops- there goes India? I don't know. Maybe. But this is bad- like Me Level Bad."

"Can you stop him?" Sam spoke.

"Not exactly. But you can. With that."

He gestured behind us and we all turned to see a gun sitting on the table.