Supernatural Imagines

Fare Thee Well... (CS)

Chuck was a friend of yours. He was a writer. It was nothing more or less than a platonic relationship. He was like a brother to you. Then the Winchesters showed up and that's when everything changed and you began your life as a hunter. That was seven years ago. And it was also the last time you ever saw Chuck...
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There was no one in the large room. It was 11:30 on a Friday morning, so I didn't blame anyone for not being there. It wasn't Sunday after all. But still, I didn't mind. I didn't really know why I came here. I'm not even religious. I walk down the middle of the pews, admiring the coloured panes of windows above, which showed pictures of religious figures of the Christian faith. Most of whom I didn't recognise. Which is ironic, considering I've met some of them myself. As a hunter, it's kinda the norm to encounter angels and whatnot. I wouldn't be surprised if we ended up running into Jesus at this point. I sit on a pew somewhat near the front on the left side of the room and sigh quietly. I didn't bring anything or anyone with me, but now I am starting to regret that. Why was I even here? I told Sam and Dean that I was going out, I just didn't know where to. And now I'm sitting in a church hall.

That's when I hear a heavy door shutting. I jump a little before looking in that direction to see a man dressed in a black shirt, and black dress trousers. Oh, and he has one of those priest collars on. I assume that means he's a priest. He looks over at me and gives me a kind smile. He looks to be in his mid to late fifties. "Hello, dear" He greets me. I bite my lip awkwardly "Um... hi. S-Sorry, I can go-". He shakes his head "No need. All are welcome here". I frown "What if I said I'm not a Christian? Or part of any relion,  for that matter". He hums in response before walking over to me "May I sit?". I shrug "Oh, sure". I slide over a bit, letting him sit beside me. But I leave a respectable amount of space between us. "Can I ask your name?" He asks. "I'm Y/n" I reply. He nods "Well, I am Father Dmitri". I sigh, fidgeting with my fingers nervously. "What are you here for, y/n?" He asks me. I shrug "I'm not sure. I just... came. I guess it reminds me of someone". "Are they important to you?" He questions softly. I shrug "He used to be. I mean... I guess he still is. He disappeared seven years ago". He hums "Sometimes people aren't always what you expect them to be. Even people you know and love can change". I nod "Yeah, I guess you're right. It's just... it's been so long that I'm starting to think maybe he isn't even alive". He frowns "Was he religious?". I smile slightly "No, well... at least I don't think so. He was a writer, wrote about a lot of things. He had his own image of God and religion. He had quite the imagination". He nods "I see". "Father, can I ask you something?" I ask. "Of course" He replies. "If God was an actual person, living alongside us. Hiding in plain sight, what do you think he would be like? If you were to meet him, I mean". He hums "I think he would be like whatever you believed him to look and act like. Christianity is based on Faith, it isn't a belief. We don't believe in God, we have faith in him. Does that make sense?". I nod "Yeah, I guess". "Remember, y/n. Just because you don't believe, or have faith in something. Doesn't make it any less existent. You can choose what you want to believe, don't let anyone choose for you" He tells me before standing up. "Um.. thank you" I reply. He nods silently before leaving me to my thoughts. I sat there for another ten minutes at least, thinking over his words.

I frown, looking at my hands which were resting on the back of the pew in front of me. My mind wanders to Chuck. Like it always does. The thought of him brought tears to my eyes. "Chuck, where are you?" I mumble to myself. My voice echoed a little, the silence was almost deafening. I frown, folding my arms over, then I bury my face into my forearms. "I'm scared, Chuck. Please come back. I want you to come back. I miss you so much" I whisper. I was so into my reverie that I didn't notice that someone was watching me from the doorway.

Third POV

Chuck stood at the doorway of the church. He frowned as he watched the closest thing he had to a little sister break down into quiet sobs. He felt a sense of sadness and guilt wash over him. It had been so long since he had seen her. In truth, he was scared to see her again. What would she think? What would her reaction be? He figured it would be somewhat similar to the Winchesters. It was easy telling them. But y/n? She believed he was dead. Well... they all did. But he heard all her cries, her pain and even her prayers for him to come back. He knew it would hurt her. But he thought he was doing the right thing. He was trying to protect her. He had to leave to keep her safe. Would she understand that? He knew she missed him. He missed her too. He remained quiet, listening to her cries.

"Please, Chuck. Come back, I don't even know why you left. I need to know why. You're my brother. I needed you and you weren't there. You owe me an explanation at least".

Chuck nodded. He didn't disagree with her. She deserved an explanation. He always hated seeing her upset. Seeing any kind of unhappiness for her was heartbreaking for him. It was even worse when he knew it was him who caused it. The heart inside his vessel stopped momentarily when he heard her sob. It was quiet, but he could still hear it. And that was enough for him. He couldn't listen to her cry anymore. So he took a breath, plucking up the courage to announce his presence. "Y/n" He sighed. His voice came out shaky and quiet, not how he wanted. But it echoed and she jumped in her seat. He waited in bated breath, noticing her hesitance to turn around. Not that he blamed her.

She felt her heart rate speed up. She knew that voice. It was impossible to forget it. It was his voice, but she didn't want to turn around. What if it was just her mind playing tricks on her and she was finally going crazy? What if it wasn't him? She sighed before standing up, shaking her head. She chose to believe it was just her imagining things. She went to head out the door, but something stopped her. Something made her freeze on the spot. Something made her blood run cold. Someone was standing in the doorway. Her eyes widened. He looks at her. "C-Chuck?!" She splutters. He nods "Hi, y/n". Her eyes fill with tears "My god, I am going crazy". Chuck pursed his lips when she said his name in vain, in a chapel but he decided not to correct her. Not yet anyway. He frowned, starting to approach her. But he paused when she stumbled back, away from him. His expression softened "Y/n, it's me". She frowns "Okay... tell me something only Chuck would know". He stopped to think about his answer. A million things ran through his mind about what he could say. He was God, he knew everything about her. Not just as God, but as her brother too. He knew there were some things that she just wouldn't tell anyone but him. But then it came to him. It wasn't something she told him. It was more like a song that he used to sing to her. He smiles softly before starting to sing, just the first verse.

If I had wings, like Noah's dove.
I'd fly up the river, to the one I love.
Fare thee well,  oh honey.
Fare thee well

Y/n choked back a sob as her eyes filled with tears again "Chuck?". He sighs "It's me y/n, I promise. Please don't cry". She ignored his request as tears started to stream down her cheeks. To his surprise, she ran to him and hugged him so tightly he almost fell over. Luckily he was able to stable himself. Chuck tensed up a little at first, but he soon relaxed and returned her hug. She needed this. They both did. They both needed each other. After all, that's all they had before everything happened. Chuck wrapped his arms around her as she cried into his chest. "I missed you so much" She whimpers. He nods "I know, I missed you too. I'm so sorry, y/n". She sighs heavily and they stayed like that for a while. Chuck needing the rest and y/n needing the comfort.
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- W.S