No one said anything for a long time; it got incredibly uncomfortable. Those who hadn't met Chuck stood confused and alarmed, whilst those who had just stood there in shock. Sam kept his eye on Dean, knowing what was coming.

Without warning, Dean started charging at Chuck so fast, Sam didn't think he was going to make it over in time to stop him. Luckily, Castiel managed to grab Dean by his upper arms and hold him back.

"Damn it, Cas! Let go of me," Dean roared, struggling against the angel's grip, still glaring at Chuck. "You son of a..."

"For God's sake, Dean," Sam yelled, throwing an apologetic glance at Chuck who just smiled. "What's wrong with you?! Charlie is alive. Why are you so pissed off?!"

Charlie stood awkwardly looking between the four men.

"I mean... I'm cool with it, honestly.." she said nonchalantly.

Shrugging Cas off, Dean pointed a finger at Chuck and opened his mouth to talk, but couldn't find the words he wanted. Seizing his chance, Chuck turned to Mick.

"Do you have somewhere more private the five of us could talk?" he asked politely, gesturing to Charlie, Cas, Sam, Dean and himself.

"I might but I'm not letting you anywhere near it until you tell me who the bloody hell you are!" Mick said, his voice rising in a way that reminded Sam of Crowley. He figured it must be a British thing.

"Oh, right," Chuck said, leaning forward and holding out his hand to Mick. "I'm Chuck, but most people know me as God. But I prefer Chuck, if that's okay."

The reaction was so instantaneous Sam and Dean almost laughed. Those who hadn't known had eyes as wide as saucers, not knowing how to react to this new information; they clearly thought Chuck was crazy. Sensing this, Sam cleared his throat.

"I know... it's a lot to take in; trust me, Dean and I were the same," he said understandingly. "But he IS God. He's the real deal. I know it might be hard to believe but most of you have met demons and angels. Hell, most of you have met Lucifer. Why is it so hard to believe he's God?"

Sam looked back at Chuck with an awkward smile; he knew exactly why it was hard to believe. This little, scruffy guy stood in front of them looked as far from God as you could imagine. If Sam hadn't witnessed what he had, he might still not believe it.

Again, no-one said a word. Sam, Dean and Chuck exchanged an uncomfortable look as everyone processed this new information. Castiel stood, looking to each of them with confusion; he didn't understand what the problem was. Leaning to Dean, he spoke quietly.

"Should we do something? This all seems a little bit awkward."

Dean looked at the angel in astonishment and laughed affectionately; the awkward angel picking up on uncomfortable situation was a rare thing. Before he could answer, Mick cleared his throat and stood up, straightening his jacket.

"Right... well... if you'll follow me..." he said, looking uncertainly at Chuck, who smiled at him and followed.

Dean and Cas left the room and Sam looked to Charlie. She looked shell-shocked and a little bit awed. Putting his hand on her shoulder, she jumped and looked up at him.

"Are you coming?" he asked with a smirk.

"Right. Yeah. Gonna go chat it up with God..." she laughed, a hint of terror in it as she exited the room, Sam close behind her.

Closing the door, Mary and Ketch exchanged a look but said nothing. What was there to say?

(More to come for this chapter..)