Chuck Shorts

Looking After Chuck

You get out from the shower and after toweling off and putting on clean clothes you move to your favorite chair. Curling up with a new book you crack it open and hear the spine crunch. Turning to the first page you start the first paragraph. You sink into the words and begin to see the main character. Then your phone rings. You ignore it and let it go to voicemail. Finding peace once more you continue to read. When it rings again you slam the book closed, "DAMNIT."

Picking up the phone you see Dean's face on the screen and your mood changes. "Hello," you answer very sweetly. His voice made you calm and hearing it once more brought back old memories and feelings. "Can you do something for me?" Your heart leapt but you calmed yourself because you didn't know what he was going to ask you to do. Hoping it was to come and join him someplace and it didn't have to be for a hunt. "Take down this address and dome a favor, protect the prophet inside." He rattled off some numbers and you wrote them down.

"Okay Dean I'll pack and leave soon." There was a small pause then Dean spoke again, "hey, uh don't read any of the books." "Why not?" You heard Sam in the background he was whispering so you couldn't make out what he was saying. "Just promise me you won't." You thought about this for a second, "what do I get if I don't?" You can just see him throw his hands in the air and roll his eyes. "You get... a ride in the impala." You smile because he could have done better but he's trying. "Deal Dean Winchester."

After packing a bag and locking the door behind you, you jumped into your car and headed towards that address. You stopped for food and gas then rocked out with your radio. Pulling up to the house you check the numbers once more before getting out of the car. Grabbing your bag you walk up the stairs and ring the doorbell. Looking around at the chipping paint and the guttering coming apart form the house. "Can't prophets afford handymen?"

The door opened and you looked at the man who stood before you. His dirty robe draped past his knees. He nervously closed his robe and tied it with the belt at his waist. "H....Hi, I'm Chuck," he extends his hand and you take it, introducing yourself. He steps back so you can enter. You look down before you take a step because his place was a mess. There were papers everywhere and you were pretty sure that smell was old pizza. The next littering substance was empty liquor bottles. "Chuck I don't know you but your place is filthy."

He laughed, "well writing takes a lot of my time and I don't always pick up after myself." You slide off the papers from the chair before tossing your bag down on it, "I can tell." Moving into the kitchen you find the trash bags. "Okay Mr. Prophet you just stay out of my way for a bit." He moves behind his computer and types away. "Just don't throw anything out." You gather the papers and make a stack of them. Throwing the empty boxes in the bag and placing the bottles in a deeper box you found. Within an hour you have the place picked up. "I don't want to see it this bad again." You look at Chuck and he nods. "What are you working on?"

Moving behind him you see a word here and there. "Its... uh. A story." He fidgets and tries to cover the screen with himself. You see Dean's name, "wait..." you point to the screen, "what's that?" He leans back, "it's nothing just ideas." You square your shoulders up, "do you write fan fiction?" "I what," he turns around, "no. I see visions and I write what I see." You raise a brow, "you see things? About the Winchesters?" "They do take up most my time." "What can you tell me about them?" "I don't think I should." "Come on Dean and I know each other." He looks at you still unsure. You sigh and lift your shirt a little and show him your antiposession tattoo. "That's a good tattoo."

You tell Chuck what you know about them and he fills in the rest. There was so much more you didn't know and couldn't believe Dean went to hell. What hit you in the gut was that he did it for Sam. "I didn't know," you looked at Chuck as he told you about the deal. You hated demons more and more now. You wanted to call Dean and tell him you were proud of him for all that he's done to keep Sam safe, instead you order a pizza. Watching him finish off another bottle he falls asleep. You become tempted to get up and read the latest of what he's written. After putting the pizza away and getting rid of the box you start to walk to the computer. You pause as he snores. After he sniffs and closes his mouth you inch back to the computer.

Nearly getting in front of the screen he lurches awake and runs behind the computer. Moving out of his way you peak around his shoulder to catch a glimpse of what he's writing. "Castiel? Who's Castiel?" "Please stop reading over my shoulder." The front door opens and you move to see its Sam and Dean coming in. "Hey fellas," you try to keep a straight face. You walk over to them and look back and forth between them. Dean clenches his jaw, "you told," he yelled over your shoulder. Sam looks at you, "what's he doing now?" "Working on some more pages." Sam moves past you and you hear him talking behind you.

"What you did for Sam, that was really brave." Dean wipes his face, "I didn't want you knowing about that." "Why? That there is nothing that you wouldn't do for your brother? That you died knowing he would live? That you are a selfless son of a bitch?" "I wanted to keep things simple between us." He moves closer to you, "we had a night and it was great. Really great. And I know I can depend on you when I call." "But keeping things from me? Dean for this friendship to work you have to let me in the loop. You don't have to tell me everything, just the highlights." He takes your hand, "as long as it's not everything." "We need to keep a little mystery between us." You look over your shoulder, "so since I didn't read the books I think you owe me a ride." He raises his brow, "I believe you're right."