The New Winchester

Chapter 8 Crap and more crap part 2

"Erika, Sam, and Dean are fictional characters. I made them up! They're not real!" HA not real my ass, my ass is totally real. I think that Dean and Sam think my ass is real.

"Come on Chuck. We'll show you how much of fans we are." I held out my arm, He just waved it off.

When we got out to the Impala and the truck. I opened the secret compartment in the back of the truck in the bed. And Dean opened the trunk of the Impala, displaying the arsenal. The look on Chuck's face was priceless.

"Are those real guns?" He swallowed hard, frightened I'm guessing and it was the funniest thing ever. I had to stop myself from laughing at him.

"Yup. This is real rock salt," he held it up for him to see. "These are real fake IDs."

"Well, I got to hand it to you guys. You really are my number one fans." His voice was shaking and cracking, "That's, that's awesome. So, I-I think I've got some posters in the house." He rubbed his head thinking aloud.

"Chuck, stop." I said his rambling was too much it made me feel normal. I shuddered at the thought.

"Please. Wait. Please, don't hurt me." He was raising his hands up in defeat.

"How much do you know? Do you know about the angels?" I swallowed when Sam asked "Or Lilith breaking the seals?"

"Wait a minute. How do you know about that?"

"Chuck he asked you a question we respond to yours as soon as you respond to his." I butted in.

"Because I wrote it?" He sounded like a child hoping for permission.

"You kept writing?" Sam asked fear in his voice. I started pacing back and forth. No how could this happen to us?

"Yeah, even after the publisher went bankrupt," I felt like I wanted to slap him, but that only causes trouble for me. "But those books never came out. Okay, wait a minute. This is some joke, right? Did that - Did Phil put you up to this?" He looked hopeful. Hell I was hopeful that this was just a mixed up crazy dream.

"Well, nice to meet you. I'm Dean Winchester, this is my brother, Sam, and our annoying tag along Erika Rodreguiz."

"The last names were never in the books. I never told anybody about that. I never even wrote that down." His eyes flashed from Dean, to me, to Sam, to Dean, me, Sam, over and over again until we got sick of it and brought him back inside.

He raced over to a kitchen, where there is lots of bottles of alochol. He poured a lot of whiskey into a glass and gulps it down, then sets the glass on the kitchen sink. Turned around almost as to look if we were still here. He groaned, well that's nice you see someone and you groan at them.

"Oh! Oh, your still there." He pinched the bridge of his nose.

"In the flesh." I responded.

"You're not a hallucination."

"Nope." Dean shook his head.

"Well, there's only one explanation." He looked up at us. "Obviously I'm a god."

"Your not a god." Sam tried.

"How else do you explain it? I write thing and then they come to life. Yeah, no, I'm definitely a god. A cruel, cruel, capricious god." He started to get teary eyed. "The things I put you three through - The physical beatings alone for you." He motioned to Sam and Dean.

"Yeah, but they're still in one piece." I remarked

"And you the emotional stress, I put you in the worst situations."