Supernatural: Anastasia Steele

Chapter 137. The Prophet Chuck

Deans POV

"You...you're Castiel...aren't you?" Chuck asks shocked as he sees the Angel. "It's a honour to meet you Chuck. I...admire your work." Castiel says as he picks up one of the books and starts paging through it. "Whoa, whoa, what? This guy, a prophet? Come on, he's-he's...he's practically a penthouse forum writer." I say and Ana turns to Chuck.

"Did you know about this?" She asks him as he stumps over to his armchair, cracking open a fresh bottle of whiskey and pours himself some. "I, uh, I might have dreamt about it." He says as Ana's eyes widen and I turn to him. "And you didn't tell us?!" I yell. "It was too preposterous. Not to mention arrogant. I mean, writing yourself into the story is one thing, but as a prophet? That's like M. Night-level douchiness." Chuck replies as he finishes his tirade and desperately gulps down the whiskey.

Then I turn to Castiel. "This is the guy who decides our fate?" I ask quietly. "He isn't deciding anything. He's a mouthpiece - a conduit for the inspired word." Castiel replies. "The word? The word of God? What, like the New Testament?" Ana asks him. "One day, these books, Anastasia - they'll be know as the Winchester and Steele gospel." He says.

"You got to be kidding me." Ana and I say in unison. "I am not...kidding you." Castiel says and Ana sighs. "If you'd both please excuse me one minute." Chuck says as he stands, still clutching the bottle, and disappears upstairs.

"Him? Really?" I ask Cas. "You should've seen Luke." He says. "Why'd he get tapped?" Ana asks him, gesturing towards that stairs Chuck went up. "I don't know how prophets are chosen. The orders come from high up on the celestial chain of command." He replies.

"How high?" I ask. "Very." Castiel says. "Well, whatever. How do we get around this?" I ask. "Around what?" Castiel asks confused. "The Sam-Lilith love connection. How do we stop it from happening?" Ana asks him. "What the prophet has written can't be unwritten. As he has seen it, so it shall come to pass." He says and Ana and I exchange a worried look.

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I drive us back to the motel, park, and we climb out of the car. Then we head inside. "Come on. We're getting out of here." I say to Sam as we enter and Ana closes the door. "What? Where?" Sam asks. "Anywhere, okay? Out of this motel, out of this town. I don't care if we got to swim, we are getting out." I say as Ana looks around.

"Sam, where's all the hex bags?" She asks him. "I burned them." He replies as Ana and I turn to him sharply. "You what?!" We ask him. "Look, if Lilith is coming, which is a big if-"Sam starts to say but I shake my head. "No, no, no. It's more than an if. Chuck is not a psychic. He's a prophet." I tell him.

"What?" Sam asks shocked. "Castiel showed up, and apparently Chuck is writing the gospel on us." Ana replies and Sam thinks then nods a bit. "Okay." He says. "Okay. Let's get the hell out of here." I say as I grab our bags. "No." Sam says firmly.

"Lilith is gonna slaughter you." I tell him. "Maybe she will, maybe she won't." Sam replies, shrugging. "So what? You think you can take her?" Ana asks him. "Only one way to find out guys, and I say bring her on." Sam says.

"Sam..." Ana and I say worried. "You two think I'll do it, don't you? Both of you think I'll go dark side." He accuses. "Yes! Okay? Yes. The way you've been acting lately? The things you've been doing?" I yell and Sam looks up startled. "Sam, you can't blame us. The way you took down Samhain, it was pretty frightening." Ana says as Sam looks over at me.

"What else did Cas tell you two?" He asks, his eyes narrowed. "Nothing we don't already know. That you've been using your psychic crap, and you've been getting stronger. We just don't know why and we don't know how." I say. "It's not what you think." Sam says.