Chuck Shurley Imagines

Chuck x Reader: Archangel (Part 2)

A/N A second part was asked for so a second part there is! Enjoy!

It had been almost three months. Chuck hadn't spoken a word to you. You knew that he would be angry, but ignoring you for two and a half months? You had no idea he would be that mad at you. Then again, you still weren't entirely sure how human emotions worked and whatever it was that you were feeling whenever Chuck glanced at you and purposely turned away, well, it hurt. You didn't know what it was but it was painful and you wanted it to stop.
You were not thrilled when Dean dragged Chuck into that motel room with Sam and Lilith, so you had happily done your job and almost blown her into particles. You weren't a fan of the Winchesters, them having put your charge in danger several times.
"Hello, Y/N." The flutter of wings drew your gaze behind you.
"Brother," you said dejectedly, "what can I help you with?"
Michael stood behind your couch, staring at you with a frown and a confused expression.
"What is wrong?" He asked, "Has anyone hurt you?"
You shook your head and stood from your seat on the couch to walk over to the window. Peeking past the curtains, you looked across the street to Chuck's house and saw him sat in his living room at his computer, typing away furiously.
"I'm alright, Michael. What do you need?"
Michael hadn't moved since he had arrived but now he was walking towards you slowly.
"Lucifer is free. He has most likely found his vessel by now. I want you to be careful. He will know that you are on earth and you are a likely target. I'm going to leave some angels here with you for protection to be sure. Stay inside."
"I sensed this coming, Michael. I may not be fully trained in my abilities but I'm not completely useless. Lucifer visited me often, I could recognise his soul half way across the world and I am not about to let him anywhere near myself or my Prophet." You replied, annoyed that Michael thought you couldn't do anything to defend yourself or your charge. You knew that he was only trying to keep you safe and you were well aware of how dangerous Lucifer could be, but you hadn't been created yesterday.
Michael nodded as he stepped backwards, before looking confused again.
"You refer to him as yours, but you know that you are only here to protect him. You were not supposed to have contact with the Prophet, yet you disobeyed and took a human vessel. Why?" You were stuck. Why did you talk to Chuck? Why did you come to earth? Why?  And suddenly you had the answer. You had always had the answer, you just never knew until now, until you were faced with that one, little question. Why?
"I came here because I wanted to to be free for once in my life. I spent most of my years in heaven, separated from every other being save for a select few. I wanted to know what it was like to be able to live the way I wanted to, to go where I wanted to. And I have that here. I have- had a friend, someone to talk to whenever I wanted to, not just when they visited. It's nice Michael. I like it here."
He seemed to accept that answer, though he looked almost disappointed at himself when he realised how solitary your life must have been, despite the visits from your brothers which only came every few weeks.
"I must go now, heaven needs me." You didn't even even have the chance to acknowledge Michael's words before he was gone, the soft sound of fluttering wings slowly fading away.

You spent the next week, inside with your house surrounded by angels and under constant protection. Lucifer hadn't tried to contact you, but you knew he would at some point in time. You knew exactly how it would play out. He would try to convince you he wasn't doing this just because he was jealous of how much your father loved humans, and you would tell him the truth. That he was denying it, that even he knew it but didn't want to admit it. And then he would grow angry and try to murder you with his Angel blade. It was very likely he would succeed and you knew that; it didn't matter how many angels Michael put out to protect you, they would all die and so would you. Your only regret, you reviewed, as you sat in you kitchen with a bottle of wine, was that you wouldn't get to explain or say goodbye to your precious Prophet.

All of a sudden a familiar sensation came rushing at you. It felt like your chest was on fire but was being frozen at the same time and you could practically taste the fear that your charge was harbouring. The cold, burning feeling was almost overwhelming and you rushed straight out your front door, ignoring the protests of your 'protectors'. Zapping yourself onto Chuck's front porch, you slammed the door open, the sound echoing loudly throughout the rundown house. You could tell your eyes were glowing and you felt a pool of rage spark in your stomach. How dare they attack your Prophet? What gave them the right?

The earth shook and the wind howled as you struggled to control your anger. You wanted to kill these things personally. Your head snapped up when you heard the yell coming from upstairs. Zapping yourself up, you barely noticed the disgusting reek of sulphur and the tingling sensation at being in the same room as a demon. All you could pay attention to was the knife at Chuck's throat and the wicked smile on the black-eyed man's face. Your voice was barely your own as your roared,
"Move away from the Prophet! You will not touch him again!"
All control you had was gone now as you yanked the shocked demon backwards, sliding your archangel blade out from your jacket and driving it down into the monster's chest. Soon, the wind stopped blowing as fiercely and the earth stopped trembling. Your breathing was heavy as you calmed yourself down, facing away from your Prophet. You couldn't bare to see his reaction, you had just shown him how much of a monster you were, just like those he wrote about Sam and Dean hunting.
You were definitely surprised when he tackled you into a hug, holding you tight against him. Maybe he didn't mind! Maybe he didn't think you were a monster! Maybe he had forgiven you!
"Thank you Y/N. I almost died, he almost killed me. You saved me. My guardian angel." The whispers we're so quiet a human wouldn't have heard them, but you were an angel, and you did. That last sentence meant so much to you. You were his guardian angel. And he didn't mind. He didn't care that you weren't human. He accepted you.
"No, Chuck, thank you. Thank you for accepting me. I'm so sorry I lied to you and I wish that I hadn't in the first place. I'm so sorry."
Everything was okay though, everything would be okay.
He was your Prophet.
You were his Angel.