Chapter 32
This is freakin' insane, how does this guy know all this stuff? Dean asked as he quickly read one of many supernatural books, lying on the motel bed.
The brothers found out, while checking out a possible hunting, that someone was writing their whole life's accomplishments and making a living off of it.
You got me... Sam answered while looking at his laptop.
Everything is in here and I mean everything; from the racist truck to me having sex... I'm frontal in here dude.
Sam Gave Dean a disgusted look.
How come we haven't heard of him before?
They're pretty obscure, almost zero circulation, hum, started in 05, published a couple of dozen before going bankrupt and ah the last one; No rest for the wicked, ends with you going to hell. Sam explained as he checked out the website of supernatural.
It's freaking insane... hey check it out there's actual fans, there's not many of them but still... did you read this?
Yup.
Although for fans they do complain a lot listen to this; Simpatico says; the demon storyline is trite, clichéd, and overall craptastic... Yeah well screw you Simpatico we lived it. Dean said insulted.
Yeah well keep on reading it gets better. Sam added sarcastically.
There's Sam girls, Dean girls, Hailey girls, Awesome... and what's a slash fan?
As in Sam slash Dean... Together. Sam said making a face and it took a second for Dean to catch on.
Like... together, together?
Yeah.
They do know were brothers right?
Doesn't seem to matter.
Oh C'mon that's... That's just sick! Dean said slamming the laptop shut in disgust.
We gotta find this Carver Edlund
Yeah it might not be so easy...
Why not? Asked Dean
No tax records, no known address, looks like carver edlund is a pen name.
Somebody's gotta know who he is.
After a very awkward visit to the publisher's office they managed to get an address and the name, Chuck Shirley, by passing themselves as super fans. They arrived at the rundown house and Chuck slammed the door in their face, thinking they were just some weird Fans, but they managed to convince him as they mentioned their last names that weren't mentioned in the books, after showing him the car, the fake Ids and weapons. They all came back into the house and Chuck poured himself a drink and turned towards the hunters.
Aww! You You're still there... Chuck said uneasy.
Yup. Dean answered.
You're not a hallucination.
Nope.
Well... there's only one explanation... The writer said and both brothers waited, all they wanted was an explanation.
Obviously, I'm a god.
You're not a god. Sam said annoyed.
How else do you explain it? I write things and they come to life? Yeah, no, definitely a God, a cruel, cruel, cupreous God. The things I put you through, the physical beatings alone...
Were still in one piece.
I killed your father, burned your mother alive and then you had to go through the whole horrific deal again with Jessica...
Chuck-
All for what? All for the sake of literally symmetric. I toyed with your lives, your emotions for... entertainment.
You didn't... toy with us, chuck, okay? You didn't create us.
Did you really have to live through the bugs? Chuck asked not listening to the brothers.
Yeah.
What about the ghost ship?
Yes, that too.
I am... so sorry. I mean the horror is one thing but, to be forced to live bad writing... I – I... If I would've known it was real, I would've done another pass.
Chuck you're not a god! Dean said getting angry that Chuck wasn't listening to them.
We think you're probably just psychic. Added Sam more patiently.
No. If I was psychic you really think I'd be writing? Writing is hard. Chuck complained and Dean rolled his eyes.
It seems that somehow you're just, focused on our lives. Sam tried explaining.
Yeah, like laser focus. Added, Dean.
Are you working on anything right now? Dean asked curious.
Holy crap... Chuck complained as he took a breath, he couldn't help but feel guilt.
What? Dean asked and Chuck seemed like he was debating with himself.
No, nothing. He lied and Dean took a step towards Chuck, angry. Chuck got up from his desk and backed away from him.
What are you hiding!? How the hell are you doing this?! He demanded.
No- Nothing! I- I- I don't know, please... Chuck begged not hiding his fear of the hunter.
Dean grabbed Chuck by his robe and slammed him against a wall.
Tell me! Dean yelled
Dean! Let him go. Demanded Castiel as he appeared behind them. Dean turned around, letting the writer go, a surprised look on his face. He had tried over and over again to get Castiel to come to him but he never showed and here he was.
This man is to be protected. Explained Castiel
Why? Dean needed a good reason.
He's a prophet of the Lord.
You... You're Castiel... aren't you? Chuck asked amazed an angel was standing in front of him.
It's an honor to meet you, Chuck. Greeted Castiel and Dean looked at the writer to the angel confused.
I... Admire your work. Said the angel as he took one of the books off of the desk and flipped the pages and Chuck walked to his bottle of liquor.
Whoa, whoa, what... This guy a prophet? C'mon he's he's... practically is a penthouse forum writer. Did you know about this? Dean asked Chuck.
I, I might have dreamt about it? Chuck said opening his bottle, he needed a drink, all this was starting to get to real for chuck.
It you didn't tell us?
It was too preposterous, not to mention arrogant, I mean, writing yourself in a story is one thing but as a prophet? That's like M. Night level douchyness. He said finally taking his drink.
This is the guy who decides our faith? Asked Dean to Castiel.
He isn't deciding anything. He's a mouth piece, a conduit of the aspired word.
The word? The word of God? What like the new new testament?
One day, these books will be known as the Winchester gospel.
You got to be kidding me... both Dean and chuck said in union.
I am not kidding you.
If you both will excuse me one minute. Chuck said weakly as he got up and walked to the stairs but Dean stopped him.
You should've seen luke. Castiel said truthfully.
Hey, check this out... Sam called as he went through the piles of papers on Chuck's desk.
What? Asked Dean.
The Hailey chronicles... What is this? Sam asked Chuck who quickly grabbed the pile in his arms and back away from them.
No- Nothing! It's nothing! Chuck said as he laughed nervously.
Let me see! Dean demanded as he took a step towards Chuck but was stopped by Castiel.
It's, it's just... fanfiction really... I... you know... kinda have a crush on her... I mean who wouldn't? Am I right? Chuck explained and only received a glare from the three men.
Dean took his arm back from the angel and stomped his way to Chuck and the later ran away from Dean and quickly threw the pages into the burning fireplace.
Dammit... He said as he looked at the burning pages, all his work...gone.
What the hell! Dean yelled and tried to retrieve the pages but only burnt his hands in the process. He turned to chuck, his eyes filled with fury and Chuck ran behind Castiel. Dean went to grab the writer but Castiel took a step forward.
Dean, stop! Prophets... they are protected, If anything threatens Chuck, if he is in danger in any way... An arch angel will appear and destroy that threat. Castiel explained as Chuck backed away further and Dean stopped, but his anger was pouring out of him.
You have tested me and thrown me every which way and I have never asked for anything, not a damn thing! But now I'm asking, I need to know... Please.
What you're asking... It isn't my place to-
Screw you! You and your mission... your God. What the hell is going on with Hailey!? If you don't help me now...then when the time comes and you need me, don't bother knocking. I'm done. Dean said and walked out. He had to find Hailey now, clearly something was going on. Sam came out of the house and he was followed by chuck.
Dean wait! Chuck called out but Dean was over the prophet and didn't stop, if he would, then he knew an ach angel was going to smite his ass.
Bobby! Chuck called out and Dean finally stopped and turned around.
What about Bobby? He asked tiredly.
He'll call. When he does... make sure you pick it up. He has the answers you're looking for... Just... You know, don't be a dick about it. Chuck said and Dean decided to just get into the car, Sam nodded to Chuck and joined his brother.
Dean drove away, he didn't know where they were going but he had to get away from where they were. After an hour Sam cleared his throat and spoke up.
What do you think he meant by that? Sam finally asked.
Beats me... Guess we're going to- Dean started to say but was cut off by his phone ringing. He picked it up and wasn't surprised to see who it was.
Bobby, what's up? He asked and rolled his eyes at his brother's stunned face.
Dean, it's about Hailey... She's alright, but...
...But? Dean asked worried.
We need to talk, face to face. Bobby said seriously.
I'm on my way. Dean said before he hung up and floored the gas pedal.
What is it? Sam asked.
Hailey... He said we need to talk about Hailey, face to face. Dean explained the short call and both brothers shared a worried look, but they didn't say a word as Dean speeded to Bobby's.
Author's note: Okay! Sorry it took longer to get this chapter out! Hope you guys liked. I took a lot from the show but twisted into Hailey's storyline since well, Lilith's dead and all... please review and tell me what you guys think! Hope I get another chapter out tonight! Till then!
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