The Monster at the End of This Book
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A wild sequence of colorful ribbons wound around the screen of a plain black laptop, sitting amidst a pile of crumpled papers and food wrappers. Chuck watched the mad swirls from the couch, taking an occasional swig of whiskey.

It had been so much easier to write all of this before he had met the Winchesters. Before, they were just make-believe characters. Fans raved about how they came to life on the page, but Chuck knew they weren't real. They didn't feel emotions or pain. They were just ideas.

Now, every time he had a vision, his stomach twisted and his had would unconsciously reach for his cell phone. He had known the characters as well as any member of his family before. Now he knew the brothers. He knew the secrets they couldn't even share with each other and, worst of all, he knew the future they would have to face.

He worried about whether the brothers would make it through this at all. That vision still eluded him. Would Sam realize that what he was doing was wrong? Would Dean ever make piece with what he did in Hell?

"You really should write it down before you forget."

Chuck glanced at the angel sitting on the chair across the room from him. Zachariah had been visiting him more and more lately. He wasn't sure why. Did the angel honestly care about him, or did he just want to make sure Chuck wasn't slacking off on his job? Chuck had been sure that both opinions were true, depending on the day in question.

Sighing, Chuck set aside his bottle, pulled the laptop onto his lap, and began to write about the mysterious man claiming to be Sam and Dean's brother.

(Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to Kripke and crew, not me.)