The Power of Two:

"Father?" they whimpered.

Dean's eyes widened and he sucked in a breath. Father? Did... did that mean that Chuck was actually The God? How was that even possible? But of course, nothing ever seemed impossible anymore. And right now, he couldn't believe that he was thinking this in this moment, but he was sick of it. He shook himself, forcing himself to concentrate because right now, something even bigger and beyond him was going to happen.

"Y-you two..." Chuck... or God stammered out. "You two!" he repeated, his gaze darting between Michael and Lucifer.

"Father..." Michael started tentatively, but God's sharp look silenced him.

"No, Michael. No 'fathers', no 'daddies'. No excuses!" he growled. "I leave you two alone for a moment, just an m-minute I give you a chance to prove your responsibility, and this is what you do with it?"

"You make it out to be something that it's not." Lucifer said quietly.

"You wanted out, son. I let you fall," God told him. "I let you leave your home because that was what you wanted most."

"And you sent me deep underground."

"You did that to yourself; I created this Earth and these Vessels for the both of you, for my sons. You hated my gift very much, Lucifer. And you, Michael, didn't want to play." God looked between both of his sons. "You made your choices; this outcome was your own doing. You wanted to be responsible; you didn't want anything to do with me, Lucifer. And Michael, I sent you after your brother to bring him back home because he'd fooled around for long enough. I left you with one thing to do, Michael, bring your brother back home and you screwed that up!"

Michael averted his gaze, his hands clenched at his sides. Lucifer, on the other hand, was glaring at God.

Despite the fact that God had chosen to take Chuck—of all people—as his Vessel, that power that came from him was more than anything the eldest Winchester had ever felt. He had experienced the mojo that Castiel harbored, the might of Raphael, the anger of Lucifer, the honor of Michael. But this, what he felt coming from Chuck's body was power and might, pure and simple.

But right now, Dean didn't give a shit about how much power these jackasses had, they were wearing his brothers bodies, and Chuck's too. They were having a family squabble that could end the world, end human existence. He couldn't believe it.

"You disrespect me." God said in a low, menacing tone. His eyes the same. "I'm taking you boys home and if I hear a word from either of you, you're done." he looked pointedly at each of them in turn.

Michael's gaze still averted, Lucifer's jaw clenched.

Dean looked at them as if they were crazed, still no able to believe what was going down. He knew that this wasn't his usual MO, that he would have thought of plan for his escape, to get back to Bobby and Cas, back to the drawing board. But he didn't and he hadn't, his brother's were trapped here, taken as Vessels, both having said YES with no other choices on their plates—but they were YES's nonetheless. Plus, maybe if this situation was relatively normal, even in the Winchester-sense—which it really wasn't—maybe he would know what to do. But it wasn't, so for the first time in his life, Dean Winchester was stuck—and that was never a good thing for a Winchester.

They were silent as God glared at them, so much like a father glaring at his sons—which this actually was. Dean knew that he was starting to sound like a broken record, but really, what the hell man?

God reached out and laid a hand on either of Michael's and Lucifer's shoulder. There was that bright light, the one so bright that it looked tinted with blue. This time though, it didn't just shoot from their eyes and mouth, but enveloped the three of them, blinding Dean. He covered his head, trying not to go blind. Michael and Lucifer were screaming, but to Dean it sounded more like Nathan and Sam. God was silent.

Dean could feel the power of them, the energy of their true selves pushing on him, making his head and heart want to explode. The house around them shook and then it was over, everything going dark again. Lightening streaked through the night sky in flashes and Dean slowly uncovered his head, sliding down the wall in relief.

Nathan and Sam's bodies both collapsed to the floor, both brothers unconscious. Chuck stumbled back drunkenly; he tried to steady himself but ended up falling back on his ass anyway. He looked around wide-eyed and confused.

"W-whuh?" he noticed Nathan and Sam and then found Dean. "I have no idea how I got here," he told Dean. "All I know is that I really want a drink right now."

"You and me both, man." Dean said, his arms on his drawn up knees, thumping his head back against the wall. "You and me both."

"I don't remember any of that." Sam admitted, mad at himself that he'd failed.

"Yeah, well, you would have been weirded out if you did." Dean told him.

They'd dropped Chuck back at his house, still twitchy and stammering.

Dean had cleared the house; there were no Demons in sight. Sam was his usual self when he finally woke up, but Nathan was quiet and withdrawn. That was really concerning because there was still that mark over his heart. Dean had tried to check it out, but Nathan wouldn't let it happened, he wouldn't be touched. The only relieving thing that had happened was the fact that there was going to be no more Apocalypse.

"I still can't believe that Chuck was God's Vessel." Sam said, incredulous; breaking Dean from his worried thoughts.

"It would be the perfect cover." Bobby said. "Hiding in someone that we'd never expect, and in plan sight." he reasoned, his voice lacking his usual gruffness.

"Yes, very good plan." Dean muttered. "Hooray for them!"

"Don't get lippy with me, boy!" Bobby snapped.

Dean was silent, his gaze trained on his beer bottle, picking at the edge of the label.

"Look," Sam said, trying to defuse the start of an argument. "The Devil is gone, that means that there isn't going to be an Apocalypse; you shouldn't be fighting."

"If the Devil's gone, then that thing on Nathan should be too." Dean said, looking up. "Lucifer said that he owned Nathan's soul, Sam. That mark is still on Nathan, what do you suppose that means? Hmm?" he raised his brows.

Sam stared back at him. "Well, then we're just going to have to find a way to get rid of it, aren't we then? Business as usual."

"Business as usual." Dean muttered tiredly, lacking his usual determination.

Note: I know that that was very anti-climactic and whatnot, but I did it anyway and it was the way that I wanted to do it. The thing about Chuck is that it's not really said if he was God's Vessel or not in the show and they haven't really wrapped that up in the show. I myself think that he is God's Vessel; his drinking and his 'phone' activities are just what he got into when he decided to hideout on Earth.