"I'm sitting in a Laundromat reading about myself sitting in a Laundromat reading about myself, my head hurts," Dean said with an annoyed sigh as he glanced up from the white printed off pages, looking over at Sam who was stuffing his clothes into one of the machines. Ella and Oshea were sitting up on top of one of the vacant washers, reading through a couple of Chuck's pages.

Oshea swung her legs back and forth a little as she leaned her elbows onto her knees, holding the pages in front of her and scanning them. She rolled her eyes. " 'Oh I'm a god,' " She mocked in a low tone. "I don't know, guys… this just seems too Twilight Zone… do you really think we can-"

" 'believe this guy?' Oshea said as she chewed on the tip of the nail of her index finger." Sam said, glancing up from the page he had been skimming while shoving the clothes in.

Oshea looked up and slowly lowered her hand from her mouth. "Don't do that…"

" 'Don't do that…' The redhead said, glaring at Sam as he tossed another pair of dark jeans into the machine,' " Ella said, and then put down the papers on the washer next to her. "I don't know how he's doing it, you guys, but he is."

Oshea turned to her sister with wide eyes.

"Stop that!"

" 'Stop that!' " Oshea and Sam said it at the same time and she shot him a fierce look before looking back down at the pages. Sam continued. "Oshea stared at the ink that stained the pure white, somewhat wrinkled page and thought back to the cashier at the comic book store. She could not stop the blush that darkened her cheeks as she realized that everyone who had read these books knew everything about her. Right down to her most private thoughts and fe-"

"Okay," Oshea said, slamming down the pages she was holding and standing up from the machine she had been sitting on. "That's it. I'm going to murder him."

"Oshea, wait." Sam said. "Look, I'm sorry… won't happen again. Dean," He looked over to his brother. "Why don't you go and talk to the guy while we finish up here? We'll keep reading and see if we can find out anything important."

Dean nodded and stood up from the small bench he had been sitting on, moving towards the door. "Ella, make sure the two of them don't try to kill each other, will ya?"

Ella shrugged. "I'll do my best."

xx

Chuck stepped into his house, carrying a brown paper bag and a six pack of canned drinks from the convenient store he had just raided. He passed through the living room and into his kitchen, putting the drinks into his old, humming refrigerator and leaving the bag on the counter. Walking back into the living room, he looked at Dean, who was sitting in one of his chairs. "Hi, Dean," He said weakly, keeping his eyes down. "Before you… before you say anything, there's something… well… something I kind of need to show you…"

"What?" Dean asked, arching a brow as he watched Chuck walk over to his desk.

Chuck gathered a few typed pages that had pen marks on them where he had crossed out words and changed them and scribbled in notes on the margins. "It's a little messy, but… read this." He said quietly, handing over the crinkled pages.

…. Jonah patted the sheets that were dyed a sinful, blood red, his lips turning up into a smirk as he watched Oshea step closer. She was dressed in a silky black chemise that was bordered with lace and her red hair was falling over her shoulders in slightly messy waves. Unable to resist, Oshea succumbed and settled down onto his lap. His hands traveled up her bare thighs, pushing the hem of her garment upward. Somewhat roughly, he pushed her down onto the bed and they both sank into the throws of fiery demonic passion…

…Jonah slipped the knife from under the pillow and pressed the blade to his throat, opening the vein in his neck. He cupped his hand against the back of Oshea's head and held her face to his neck. At first, she squirmed, trying to resist the temptation. The cravings soon proved too much for her and she attached herself to his throat. As she relaxed and drank, the demon stroked her hair and ran his other hand down her bare back, smiling with satisfaction…

After reading it, Dean looked up from the pages slowly, roughly folding them in half and holding them tightly. "When? When is this supposed to happen?"

Chuck shook his head slowly with a sigh. "I don't know, Dean… soon? I just… I thought you should know." He said, fiddling with the edge of the sleeve of his robe.

Dean stood up abruptly from the armchair and walked over to Chuck. "Why do I get the feeling that you're not telling us everything? Like how you know what you know, for starters?"

Chuck took a step backward. "I don't know how I know, I just do!" He said desperately.

"Well that's not good enough," he said, grabbing Chuck's jacket and pushing him against the wall. "How are you doing thi-"

Chuck gasped as he was roughly pushed against the wall and he lifted a hand to grab Dean's wrist, staring up at him with a frightened expression.

"Dean, let him go!" A commanding voice said from behind him. When he turned, he found Castiel standing behind him. "This man is to be protected…"

"Why?"

"He is a prophet of the Lord," Castiel said lowly.

Chuck stared in awe at the angel and whispered. "You… Castiel, isn't it?"

"It's an honor to meet you, Chuck." Castiel responded as he walked toward one of the tables and picked up one of the books. "I admire your work."

"Now wait a second, this guy's a prophet?" Dean asked incredulously. "He's practically a Penthouse Forum writer," he said, rolling his eyes. He looked over to Chuck. "Did you know about this?"

"I… uh," He said as he unscrewed the cap of a bottle of alcohol. "I might have dreamt about it."

"And you didn't think it was important to tell us?"

"No it was too preposterous not to mention arrogant, writing yourself into the story is one thing, but writing yourself as a prophet? That's like M. Night level of douchey-ness." He said, keeping his eyes down as he sank down into his armchair with his alcohol.

Dean rolled his eyes with an exasperated sigh. "This.. this is the guy who decides our fate? Well we're screwed…" he muttered.

"He's more of a mouthpiece. A conduit for the inspired Word," Castiel said as he read the pages of the book he had plucked off of the table.

"Word? Word of God?" Dean's eyes widened a little. "What, like a new new testament?"

Castiel closed the book and looked up at him. "One day… these books will come to be known as the Winchester Gospels."

Chuck sank down into the chair, clutching the bottle to his chest. "You've got to be kidding…"

"…kidding me," Dean said at the same time as Chuck.

Castiel looked at him with a serious expression, his brows furrowed. "I am not kidding you."

Chuck swallowed and hugged his alcohol to his chest as he stood up. "You both excuse me…" He said in a squeaky voice as he scuttled by them and scurried up the stairs, disappearing into another room.

"Him?" Dean said, arching a brow as he nodded towards Chuck as he disappeared up the stairs. "Really?"

"You should have seen Luke." Castiel said with a little shrug of his shoulders.

Dean raised his brows a little and then shook his head. "Whatever, how do we stop this?" He said, waving the folded papers in his hand. "This… fiery demonic passion between Oshea and… Jonah, by the way, who the hell is he, and where can I find him so I can tear him apart?" Dean said seriously, his voice raising a little.

"What the prophet has written cannot be unwritten," Castiel said looking up at him. "As he has seen it, so it shall come to pass." He paused a moment then continued. "Jonah found Oshea while you were in Hell, Dean. She was vulnerable and heartbroken and he offered her power… power to get back at the forces that had taken you from her. Not to mention, he offered her… as you so eloquently put it… fiery demonic passion." He made a little face. "She was lonely… desperate… he provides her with blood. He taught her how to use her powers…"

Dean clenched his jaw as he listened to Castiel, and after he finished speaking, Dean still remained silent. Castiel sighed. "There is something else you should know, Dean." He began, glancing toward the stairs that Chuck had traveled up just moments before. He lowered his eyes and looked to Dean again. "Prophets have an archangel tethered to them, for protection. Should anything… anything at all threaten the prophet in any way, the fiercest wrath of heaven would rain down upon the threat and annihilate it."

Dean nodded slowly. "So, what now, do we just tie Chuck up and stuff him in the trunk of the Impala and stick him in the same room as Jonah?"

"That would be kidnapping, Dean. Thereby making you a threat and the first target of the angel." Castiel said with a little shake of his head. "But it is something to keep in mind for when the opportunity presents itself."

Dean rolled his eyes. "So, there's really nothing else we can do here? We just wait until Chuck The Prophet has another nightmare?"

"Yes. There is nothing more for you here. I suggest you stay in contact with Chuck, his talents could prove very useful for you all. For now, you are needed elsewhere. There are still seals being broken, and we need your help."

Dean nodded a bit wearily. "Super."