Chuck Shurley Imagines

Chuck x Reader: Too Late

A/N Mentions of rape, could be triggering. Nothing graphic.
Chuck has a dream about something happening to you and calls Sam and Dean to make sure they save you.

A groan ripped itself from Chuck's throat as he tossed his head about. This dream was a bad one, worse than any other because Chuck was in love with you and the events of his dream were traumatic. A loud, desperate yell of 'NO!' that was sure to wake his neighbours escaped as he jolted upright. Tears ran down his face as he automatically reached for the telephone, hoping to call your brothers, and warn them. Maybe they could get to you. Maybe they could save you. Maybe they wouldn't be too late.

You hummed the song that was blasting through your earbuds as you walked to the nearest store. Dean had run out of pie and refused to eat anything else so you had given in to his demands and gone to buy some more. The walk was long since you had decided to stay in the motel furthest away from the main part of town, and you didn't even notice the man fully dressed in black hiding in the shadows behind you. Hunting had made you well aware of the monsters that went bump in the night but you had slowly begun to underestimate humans and the evil acts that they could perform. So as you walked, oblivious to your shadowed admirer, you let yourself get lost in the music. It was ACDC, seeing as you had picked up your older brother Dean's music taste through the years of travelling with him and your other brother, your twin, Sam.

Back at the motel your brothers were rushing to the Impala, praying they reached you before your attacker did. Dean dug the keys out of his pocket, nearly dropping them, and Sam scrambled through the door to the motel room, eager to get to you. Slamming the doors shut, Dean started driving before Sam had even buckled his seatbelt.

Chuck breathed heavily as he tried to stop the tears from flowing. He had written a few paragraphs of his dream and hadn't finished it, hoping the outcome would be different. Hoping that maybe, just maybe, your brothers would stop that man from hurting you, stop him from even getting close to attempting to hurt you. As the thoughts of what had happened in his dream invaded his mind, Chuck let the wall crumble and soon the tears were pouring down his face.

You could feel the rough wall of the building you were pressed against as it left scratches scattered over your back. Tears flowed freely while you tried to free your hands. Your shouts were muffled by his hand and you began to feel defeated. But you wouldn't give up. You wouldn't give in. You would keep fighting. What motivated you even more was the familiar rumble of the Impala as it drew closer. Managing to bite your attackers hand hard enough that he let go, you let out a high-pitched, desperate scream, praying to Cas that they could hear you. You choked out a pained cry as the man holding you sent a knee straight into your ribs. You could hear and feel them cracking under the pressure as the man began trying to pull your jeans down.

Sam and Dean threw the car doors open as they heard the scream. They could recognise that scream anywhere. You. Running down empty streets and crossing abandoned roads, the brothers moved faster than ever, trying to reach you in time. When they finally found the alleyway that you were being attacked in Dean wasted no time ripping the man off of you while Sam comforted you and helped you tug your jeans back up. You were a shaking, quivering mess in your twin's arms. You let out a sob, pushing your face into Sam's chest.
"Too late," you whispered, "almost too late."

Chuck had finally managed to calm down and was staring at the phone like his life depended on it. Ring. Ri-
"Hello?" Chuck almost shouted down the line.
"Ch-Chuck?" It was quiet, barely a whisper, but Chuck heard it.
"Y/N! Are you okay? He didn't- he didn't hurt you did he?" He asked, praying to God (A/N I almost wrote 'praying to himself') that you were okay.
"I-I'm okay. Just a few cracked ribs, but Cas healed those. Thank you so much Chuck, it probably would have been much worse if you hadn't called Sam and Dean."
"I don't know what I would've done if you were hurt, Y/N. I-I love you." Chuck murmured, closing his eyes and sighing in relief. Wait, what? He wasn't meant to say that, even if he had been thinking it.

"Chuck, I-I... I think I love you too." Chuck was shocked into silence, you loved him back? Maybe he was just dreaming. Yeah, probably, that happened a lot. He'd wake up in the morning and this would all be a dream.

"I... um, I'll try to come by and see you some time soon. Thanks again, Chuck. See you in a few days, a week maybe." You said into your phone, embarrassed at what you had just admitted. Sure, Chuck had said it first, but maybe he didn't feel that way, Maybe he was joking, trying to trick into something. You had no idea what it could possibly be - Chuck was probably the most nervous, clumsy, innocent guy you had ever met. If he was planning anything you would know, Chuck was a terrible liar. So that left you with the conclusion that he had meant what he said. Just the thought made you feel giddy and hyper; major crushing on a guy would do that to you. But you were a Winchester, so you usually ignored whatever feelings you had and moved on with your life. Either way, one of you was going to die young, Chuck was a prophet and you were a Winchester. The fact that you were a hunter guaranteed you a short life and a painful death anyway. Chuck seemed to have finally found his voice, though it was quiet and disbelieving.

"I guess I'll see you in a few days then, Y/N."

It most certainly wasn't a dream, Chuck reflected. That point had been proven when you had showed up at his door a few days later, just as you had promised. You were sitting in an awkward silence, each on a seperate end of the couch.

"So, uh. I said that I loved you." Chuck stated, looking down at the floor nervously.

"And I said it back." It was quiet again. "Did you mean it?"

The question that had been bothering you both was finally out there. Chuck swallowed loudly, clearing his throat. It was easy to see he was trying to avoid looking at you, so you did something that surprised you both but definitely caught his attention.

You grabbed his chin, turned his face towards you...

And you kissed him.

You were kissing the man you loved and it was complete bliss. When you finally seperated you were both out of breath, ignoring everything around the pair of you as you gazed into each other's eyes. After an eternity it seemed, Chuck pressed another gentle, sweet kiss to your lips before leaning back and whispering:
"I meant it."