Chuck Shurley Imagines

Chuck x Reader: Soulmate Timer AU

Every creature in the world (even demons and angels) was born with a timer inked into their skin. It counted down to the second they met their soulmate, the one made for them. The Reader finds their soulmate when their brothers (Sam and Dean Winchester) and themself search for the author of the 'Supernatural' books.
(Gender neutral reader)

You never really wanted a soulmate, not with the life you lived. They would probably end up being killed or used as leverage so what was the point? But right then, as you walked into the publisher's office with you're brothers, you couldn't help but feel exited. Only one hour, forty-two minutes and  twelve seconds until you met the person you were destined to be with. You weren't one of those people to automatically assume your soulmate was going to be of the opposite gender, you would accept them either way. The conversation with the publisher was extremely awkward,
specifically when she asked for proof that you were fans. Showing her your tattoos was uncomfortable, especially when yours was on your lower back. You were distracted the entire time, thoughts of what your soulmate constantly plaguing your mind. At least you got what you needed.

Thirty-five minutes and fifty-four seconds. As you sat in the back seat of a the Impala you couldn't help but wonder, maybe this 'Carver Edlund/Chuck Shurley' dude was your soulmate. You were beginning to get impatient as you watched the seconds on your hand count down. It would take just under a half an hour to reach this guy's house. Maybe this man who somehow knew your entire life story was meant to be with you. Maybe.

Twenty-six minutes and forty-three seconds. Chuck's fingers danced across the keyboard furiously as he typed the new chapters of his latest Supernatural book. This book was strange though, even for Chuck. He had written himself into it, written himself meeting the characters he had spent years dreaming about and, probably the most unusual thing, he had written himself as Y/N's soulmate. Maybe it was because he hadn't met his yet, maybe it was because he only had twenty-five minutes to wait, but whatever it was, Chuck was almost glad these books would never be published. Who would want to read books with the author as a character? That would make his readers (not that there were many) think he was vain. Finishing up a chapter, Chuck reflected on the fact that he was not looking forward to meeting his soulmate. That would include them coming to his house and with all the mess and clutter, well, Chuck was embarrassed. Deciding he would at least organise his desk, Chuck began gathering piles of pages that were sorted into chapters. This would be a long twenty-five minutes.

Eight minutes and three seconds. That was how long you had left until you met your destined, your fated, your one true partner, and you were beginning to get uncomfortable. By this time you were fairly certain your soulmate was this author guy, but who knew? It could be some random person that was walking the streets. You were the more insecure Winchester and the anticipation was so overbearing you could feel yourself drowning in nerves. What if they didn't like you? What if you had to leave them for the family business? What if they happened to be the guy that knew almost everything about you and had written dozens of books surrounding your family? Would they even want a soulmate in the first place? Maybe they thought soulmates were a waste of time. Taking a deep breath you looked to the front seats to view your older brothers. Dean, the eldest, was oblivious to your nerves and worries but Sam, your twin, the brother who could read you like a book, would glance back at you every couple of seconds, well aware of how little time you had until you met your match.

Two minutes and fifteen seconds. Dean turned his beautiful black 1967 Chevy Impala around another street corner and you realised this was it. You were going to meet your one and only. As your eldest brother pulled his 'Baby' into a parking space you closed your eyes and leaned your head back against the seat. Taking extra time to climb out of the backseat and check your weapons, you glanced down at the slowly descending numbers printed on the back of your hand.

One minute and twenty-three seconds. Chuck realised he didn't have time to change clothes after he finished tidying his workspace so he unwilling settled for his pyjamas. How unimpressive. He had cleaned his office relatively well and he'd even gotten started on the living room. His breathing was slightly quicker than usual as he sank down onto his couch, anxiousness and nerves finally taking over. Oh, God. He would be meeting his true partner in just under a minute.

Thirty-seven seconds. The walk to the front door of Chuck Shurley's house felt like an eternity. When Dean and Sam stomped up the porch steps you paused for a moment, gathering your thoughts. You pushed down your anxiety and cautiously walked up the steps yourself, seeing as Dean had already knocked. This was it.

Five. Four. Three. Two. Chuck pulled open the door and took in the three faces. His gaze settled on you. Going by your nervous expression, you were the one. He gave you a shy smile and whispered in a small voice,
"Hi."
You returned the smile and murmured back a greeting. Dean looked between you, confused, but Sam caught on.
"Dean," he muttered in his older brother's ear, "this is Y/N's soulmate." Dean's face morphed from confusion to realisation.
"Oh," he grunted. "Well then, are you Chuck Shurley?"
"Who's asking?"
"I'm Dean, that's Sam and that one's Y/N. The Sam, Dean and Y/N you've been writing about."
This was going to get very interesting very quickly.

*Bonus*

You and Chuck were seated in his living room, your brothers having left to get Sam safe from Lilith and also give you and your soulmate some time to talk.
"So, you're my soulmate," Chuck said nervously, "um, this is awkward. I know almost everything about you."
You couldn't help but feel worried when you noticed the dark purple bags under his eyes.
"Are you okay, Chuck? You look tired. Sorry if I'm being intrusive but are you getting enough sleep?" The words came out of your mouth before you'd even realised that you'd thought them. Oops. What if he thought you were being nosy or something?
"I'm fine. It's the dreams, they keep me up because if I don't write down what I saw I'll forget it. I'm used to it now, it's nothing to worry about." As you chatted and began to feel more confident around Chuck you decided to ask,
"Tell me about you."
"What do you wanna know?" he returned.
"Everything. That's how much you know about me and that's what I want to know about you. Tell me everything."
That conversation was the start of a beautiful relationship.