The old man thanks Charles for his eyes. Charles just smiled. This man. He had a lot to live for. He was old, but was still destined for great things.
"How much?"
"Twenty bucks."
"So cheap. Sister Jo charged me three thousand. I don't have much money. Here. Plus a tip." He hands Chuck two bucks. "I wish I can pay you more, but my pension only pays me so much. God bless."
"You're welcome."
Chuck throws the money in His box.
"Send in the next patient."
After the day was done Chuck counts the money. Three hundred bucks. Not bad. His rent for the clinic was thirteen hundred, not including His utilities. He knew He could use His powers, but didn't want to draw any attention to Himself. Since it was so nice, He decided to walk home instead of taking the lift up the mountain.
"Going up the mountain, I go. I'm going up the mountain." Chuck hums. He was wearing His headphones, singing along to a old nursery rhyme. He loved every genre of music on Earth. Mankind never failed to fascinate Him, He was amazed everyday of their new adventures. He couldn't wait to go home, He was looking forward to seeing what His ex, "HunterCorp" Dean was up too.
He laughs at his story. Dean was partying up in Rio de Janeiro with Sam. They were surrounded by beautiful women, Dean especially was seen kissing some waitress he met down South. Sam was doing okay, he was posing with his new wife, some Tropicana Swimsuit model named Alessandra. He congratulated them on their lives on their stories.
He closed His laptop and hearing His stomach rumble He went and got dinner ready when He found Himself with a bag over His head.
"Good to see You again, Chuck." Dean says in contempt.
Chuck froze. But as scared as He was, He felt excited.
"My favorite. So you found Me. Are you here to kill Me?"
Dean just realized God was his Bitch. He had the entire Universe in his hands.
Rob smiles as he sips his drink. He wasn't exactly sure what to write next, but he wanted his character to have a satisfying story. Having Dean around would be a better ending than episode 19.
