Chapter 6

Never Judge a Book by its Cover

"What the hell is taking so long?" Megan complained, running a hand through her hair as she sat down on the couch next to Castiel, who had returned from what she later found out was a check up on the Heaven.

"Well, maybe their informer is giving them trouble," Sam said, his eyes glued to a book while he sat at the breakfast bar behind them, books littered all around him. Megan could actually smell the old pages from where she was sitting. But she didn't complain.

"But it's been almost two hours!" she said, leaning back against a pillow.

"Then entertain yourself or something," Gabriel said as he walked into the living room from the kitchen.

"There's nothing good on TV," Megan said in an annoyed tone.

"Then read a book," Sam said, flipping through the old pages of a book delicately.

Megan thought that over a bit, thinking about what books see could read. She went through all the books she read in her head only to come to the conclusion that she didn't have anything to read. And she definitely wasn't going to resort to reading Twilight. The thought of it sent chills down her spine.

"Okay, I'm going to the bookstore," she said, standing up from her seat on the couch.

"Don't get killed," Sam said, still not looking up from the book in front of him.

"Yes sir," she said, did a little salute, and then disappeared.

Megan reappeared in the nearest Barns and Nobles, looking around cautiously before heading over to the Teen section of books.

She skimmed down the rows and rows of books, making sure to completely skip the section labeled Teen Paranormal Romance. Seriously? Most of those books were Twilight wanna-be's. She rolled her eyes and continued down the rows, looking for a title that would catch her eye.

She stopped when she spotted a book that seemed fairly interesting. She plucked it from the shelves to examine it further.

She looked at the title and grinned, seeing it as kind of ironic. It was called Signs of God. She turned the book around and started to read the summary. Her eyes widened as she read it and she almost dropped the book in shock.

"Son of a bitch…" she said quietly. This book was all about how the Winchesters met her and how they saved the world from Raphael. She turned the book around to see who had written it. It said it was written by some dude named Carver Edlund. She had never heard of that dude before but he seemed to be stalking them.

She quickly disappeared back to the safe house, too pissed off to feel guilty about stealing the book.

"Why the angry face?" Gabriel asked, now sitting on the recliner chair, as she appeared in front of them.

Megan sighed and tossed the book over to the Archangel who surprisingly grinned when he looked at it.

"Chuck's at it again," he said which left Megan confused and annoyed. Even Sam lifted his eyes from the old parchment he was reading to look over at Gabriel.

"What?" he ask, anger radiating in his tone.

"Look for yourself sasquatch," Gabriel said and tossed the book over to Sam who caught it with ease.

"Wait, who's Chuck? What are you guys talking about?" Megan asked, but she was clearly being ignored because Sam started to read the summary on the back of the book.

"Follow the adventures of your favorite hunters as they befriend a very powerful teenaged girl who has to save the world from the hands of an evil Archangel. You will read how new friends are made, old faces return, and just how fate can be twisted." Sam read then let out a sigh. "Better wake up Dean."

"What going on guys? Who's Chuck?" she asked again, only this time she was louder.

"Chuck is a prophet who is fixated on Sam and Dean's lives. He uses his prophecies to write books," Castiel explained while getting up and walking over to the younger Winchester to examine the book for himself. "And since you are now a part of the Winchester's lives that means you are included in the prophecies now."

"And this is a bad thing because…," she asked, obviously seeing that Sam wasn't too thrilled about it. The throbbing vein in his forehead and the shade of fire truck red his face turned gave it away.

"Because we don't like our lives to be shared for public consumption. I can't believe people actually like reading our pain," Sam said, giving the book to Castiel who started flipping through the pages almost instantly.

"Well, to them you are just fictional characters. They see your pain as exciting and it makes the story more fun to read. I mean, I wouldn't read something that was all puppies and rainbows. The more pain there is then the more interesting the story is. I'm just saying that from a reader's point of view. I actually think it's pretty cool though. It's almost like being famous but without the fame," Megan said, shrugging.

"Yeah, well, Dean and I don't. And I told Chuck like two years ago to stop all this crap. Who knows how many more books he has written since then," Sam said, his gaze now on the floor.

"Actually, he wrote a lot more," Gabriel said, holding up a box set of books labeled Supernatural. "Let's see, there's one called Lazarus Rising which is when Dean comes back from Hell…it seems to keep going from when Dean comes back to when you guys stopped the Apocalypse. I guess Signs of God is the one that comes after all that. Oh, look! Changing Channels and Hammer of the Gods are the ones I'm in! Let me see if this guy made my death awesome," he said and started reading the end of Hammer of the Gods.

Megan was about to say something witty and sarcastic when she heard footsteps coming down the stairs. She turned around to see Dean, eyes still half closed and his clothes a little wrinkled, come into view.

"What's going on down here? I could hear Sam bitch facing from upstairs," he said with a yawn.

Sam gave his older brother a look, took the book from Cas, and gave it to Dean. The hunter gave him a confused look at first before looking down at the prophecy turned book and saying quietly, "Son of a bitch…"

-B-

A few minutes later they all appeared in front of an old house which could have easily been mistaken for an abandoned house. The lawn was dead, the paint was peeling off the house, and the windows were so dirty you could barely see through them.

They had decided that they needed to have a "talk" with Chuck. And telling by the guns in both Sam and Dean's inside coat pockets she guessed that that didn't mean they were going to have a cup of coffee and talk about their feelings.

Dean casually knocked on door. Sam had his fist clenched. Castiel was observing a squirrel that had found its way onto Chuck's dead lawn. Gabriel was still reading Hammer of the Gods, scowling a few times. Megan stuffed her hands in her pockets and waited the inevitable yelling that was to come when the prophet opened the door.

After what seemed like forever the door finally squeaked open to reveal a man with black hair and a beard. He was rubbing his temple, not looking up for a moment. When he finally peeled his eyes from the floor he swallowed hard at the sight.

"Oh, hey guys…," he said. Megan could hear the nervousness in his voice. "I, uh, just," he started then quickly tried to close the door. Dean stopped it before he could close it completely and marched into the old house followed by Sam. Megan looked up at the two Angels behind her before following the two extremely pissed off hunters.

The inside of his house wasn't much better than the outside. Papers, clothes, and empty bottles of beer were scattered everywhere, leaving the floor almost completely covered and practically impossible to walk on without stepping on something.

While Megan was seriously thinking of calling some people from TLC to help clean his entire house, Sam and Dean had cornered Chuck up against a wall. Chuck looked like he was going to crap his pants as the two hunters glared at him.

"Chuck! We told you stop publishing those damn books!" Dean yelled.

"I-I know but-," Chuck stuttered.

"And now you brought Megan into this? She doesn't need her pain to be read by thousands of people too!" Sam yelled.

"I'm cool with it," Megan said while walking around a pile of papers on the floor.

"I was not crying," Gabriel said from behind her, book still in hand.

"W-what?" Chuck asked, looking a little relieved that there was a small distraction from the yelling, but looked absolutely terrified that he was talking to an Archangel.

"I was not crying when I died. Right here it says: Gabriel grabbed onto Lucifer as he dug the knife deeper into his stomach. Tears started to fill his eyes as the Archangel felt his Grace being ripped out of him by his own brother. I was not crying!" Gabriel said, slamming the book shut.

"I-I d-didn't say you were," Chuck said, avoiding eye contact with the Archangel.

"But-," Gabriel started but was cut off by Dean.

"Gabe, just shut up!" he yelled. Gabriel gave him the scariest death glare Megan had ever seen and she hoped that Gabe wouldn't kill the hunter.

"Now, where were we?" Dean said, glancing over at his brother.

"Why did you start publishing again, Chuck?" Sam asked, well, it was more of a demand.

"I needed money okay! The Supernatural books are all I've got for me! I mean, who's gonna hire a writer that has no skills? I needed it to keep my house and to buy food. And don't get me started on the fans. I got death threats. You hear me? Death threats." Chuck said, shaking like a leaf.

"You couldn't have thought of a different story to write?" Dean asked.

The prophet shook his head. "The only other thing I could think of was a magical elephant named Dory who wanted to save all the sea unicorns. If you haven't noticed, I'M NOT CREATIVE."

By that time Megan had had enough. "Guys, just let him keep writing the books. He's just a poor guy who needs all the money he can get. It's not like he's enjoying writing the painful stories about you two, right?" Megan said, looking over at Chuck.

"R-Right," he assured with a nod.

"And we need to focus on finding those Tablets…once The Powers come back. Chuck, what have you seen so far?" Megan asked, hoping to get some information about what could happen next.

"Uh, I haven't gotten anything beyond you guys finding the Air Tablet. But something seems…off about my visions," he said, standing up straight when he realized the brothers weren't going to hurt him so there was no need to cower in fear.

"What do you mean?" Castiel asked, breaking his silence.

"It's-It's like someone's been messing my visions. At one point I'll be seeing something then it will kinda fizz out and fizz back in again. Like static on a television screen. I think someone wants to stop my visions or change them," Chuck explained.

"Is that even possible?" Sam asked.

"Yes, but only by someone with great power," Castiel said. "We should all keep a look out. And Chuck, you should tell us if anything else happens in your visions."

Everyone nodded in unison and then turned back to Chuck. "Uh, we're still mad at you but your off the hook for now," Dean said.

Chuck nodded. "Thanks, I guess…"

"Are you writing another book right now?" Gabriel asked out of the blue.

"Uh, yeah," Chuck said, as if too afraid to lie to an Archangel.

"What's it called? Is it about the Tablets?" Megan asked with interest.

Chuck nodded, avoiding Sam and Dean's glares that were being shot at him. "Yeah, but I don't have a name for it yet."

The two nodded. "We should get back to the safe house now," Megan said. "Nice to meet ya, Chuck." She said then the gang disappeared back to the safe house. At least Megan had something to read now.