Rob was lounging around in his shared apartment with Jensen. Jensen wasn't going to be back for a few more days so he logged in his fanfiction website to write a story he was thinking about. No one knew about his secret, he liked reading Supernatural fanfiction. Sadly there wasn't much fics about God, never mind Chuck/Dean fanfiction. Might as well log in.
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Rob smiles at his latest story. He wrote a few, even some submissions about his band Louden Swain. But he had a new story, a fantasy. He took a sip of his stiff drink, put on his glasses and wrote.
Dean yawned as he made his cup of coffee. He was tired from the hunt the night before and wanted a break. Sam was out, knowing him, taking his dog and was out jogging. After he finished brewing his coffee, he went and grabbed some donuts he bought the night before. As he fired up his computer he watched some random videos from YouShare. After an hour, he was bored. Not even watching fail videos woke him up. So he watched Snapchat stories instead. He seen a few, and even out of morbid curiosity watched the Supernatural Book discussion.
He laughed at the fans. They were so disillusional, especially Crazy Becky. Her page was the biggest, but also the most popular. Dean shook his head at the fanfiction she wrote. There were many Sam fanfiction, a few of Dean and tons of "Destiel" fics. Dean shuddered at those. But they weren't as creepy as Sam and Dean slash fanfiction. Ugh. But as he scrolled down, he sat up suddenly in his seat. There was someone he thought was dead.
Chuck Shurley yawned as He finished cleaning the fish. He never thought He'll adjust. But the more He remained mortal, the more He realized how unhappy He was being "God." Amara came to visit Him recently. She understood why He turned against humanity.
"Brother. All that. All that, because you were jealous. You created love. You created relationships. You created longing. All that time You didn't see how much You loved Dean Winchester. If You have told him earlier, this whole mess could have been avoided." When Her Great-Grandnephew told Her about Chuck, She went to see Her Brother who was living quietly in a cabin in northern British Columbia.
Chuck made His living as a writer and healer. Not all of His powers were taken away, He was as strong as a regular angel now. Not even His grace was taken away. He was mortal, but had a soul. Jack gave Him one. He was creating a new series, but this time submitting "Supernatural" fanfiction. Whenever He wasn't writing, He was running His clinic in the bottom of the of the hill. Unlike "Sister Jo," He didn't charge outrageous prices, instead he charged whatever the person was worth. Not many people knew, He erased their memories, He didn't want to be flooded by crowds. Only those that truly desired came to Him by Chuck's calls.
"You wouldn't understand."
"I do Brother. Chuck. Dean. He is more complex than you think. But has a big heart. He would have let you in if You tried."
"It's too late. He hates Me. I deserve it." Chuck sighs. "Your food is getting cold."
"Bullshit. Its not too late. Open up Your heart. Even You deserve true love."
Chuck considers Her words. He created Dean, but even if he was His creation, he was his own person. He loved Dean for a long time now. Heck, He and another Dean dated in one of his other worlds. It didn't work out, Chuck didn't love him. So that Dean ended up with someone else. But this Dean, His original, Chuck understood why Castiel loved him so much. He was special.
"Chuck Winchester." Yeah right. He sighs and prepares dinner, unaware the danger He just put himself in.
