Supernatural Imagines

He's What? (CS)

You had developed feelings for Chuck when he was a prophet. Then Kevin showed up and everyone thought he was dead. Including you. So, when he returns, it's not exactly the reunion he was expecting

(Set when Chuck came back in season 11 *Sigh* I miss that guy)
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"Now what is so important that you couldn't explain over the phone?" I ask, following the boys into the bunker. Sam shrugs "We weren't sure you would believe us". "Believe you? Dean killed death and Cas is in Satan, what exactly would I not believe?" I question, getting even more confused. Dean chuckles "Trust us, even we are struggling to believe it ourselves". I sigh, rolling my eyes as we head down the metal steps. I was focused on not falling down them, but when I reached the second to last one, I happened to look up and see someone all too familiar sitting at the map table, eating Chinese noodles. I stopped short and my breath caught in my throat as he looks over at me. I close my eyes, then open them again, wondering if what I'm seeing is real. I furrow my eyebrows "C-Chuck?". He stands up rather awkwardly, putting his box of noodles on the table "Hi, y/n". Dean shakes his head "No, y/n. It's not Chuck. He's God". I open my mouth to speak, then close it. Then I look at Dean as if I didn't understand what he just said "He's what?". "It's true, I am" Chuck speaks up. He snaps his fingers and all the power in the bunker shuts off. Then it turns back on again. I look between the boys, seeing no traces of a lie on either of their faces. Then I slowly start to approach Chuck. My heart pounds in my chest, seeing his face again. But it's not him. I know it's not. When I get close enough to him, he looks at me and I hesitate. I think he was expecting a hug or something. But instead I slap him. Hard. I hear a gasp from behind me.
"Y/n!" Sam whisper/yells, but I don't pay him any mind. I know I didn't hurt him. But man, it felt good. Chuck looks at the floor, then glances at the younger Winchester "It's okay, Sam. I probably deserved that". I step away from him with a huff "Probably? Try definitely deserved that". I recieve some confused looks from the boys, but I don't care "Chuck... or, God! Or, whoever the hell you are-". He looks at me sadly, his eyes screaming apologies. But he sighs "Y/n, I... I'm still Chuck". I shake my head "No! No you're not". I notice Sam and Dean leave the room. Which could be dangerous. And not for me.

Chuck frowns "I'm sorry, y/n-". I glare at him when he tries to walk over to me. He stays where he is and sighs again. I shrug "But you're not really, are you?". He looks at me, not knowing what to say. "Chuck, you... oh, mother of- what the hell? What am I supposed to call you?!" I yell, starting to freak out. He shrugs "Just call me Chuck, y/n". His voice is soft and calm. And for someone who's just been slapped and could be again, he seems pretty chill. I shake my head and sigh "I... why did you leave?". He steps towards me, but I step backwards. He pauses "Y/n, don't push me away. I know you still have feelings for-". "No, shut up! No, I don't!" I interrupt him, raising my voice. "Y/n-" He tries. "No! Chuck, stop it!" I shout. He tilts his head slightly "Why?". I furrow my eyebrows "Why? Because you hurt me, that's why! You... you just kiss me, then leave without saying anything. Then show up years later and expect to continue where we left off? That's not how it works! You can't just-". He frowns, nodding. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you, y/n" He replies softly. I shake my head, not saying anything else as I head to the room that the boys have for me in the bunker. I fall on to the bed, face first and burst into tears.
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I never told Sam or Dean what happened between me and Chuck. Not a lot happened. He just kissed me, told me he had feelings for me and then he left. No text, no note, not even a message via carrier pigeon. Not going to lie, it hurt. I cried over him so many times, I couldn't stop thinking about him. I didn't even want to move on. He hurt me in a way that nothing else could. The monsters I've hunted with the boys since then don't do it justice. And I've had some pretty serious injuries since then. I walk with a limp now because of a Wendigo. I've got three large scars on my ankles from when it scratched me as it towered over me. I had tripped over something. Luckily Sam got to me in time. But now he's back. And it's not him. I know it isn't.