Chuck Shurley Imagines

Chuck x Reader: Prophet-Sitting

Reader is Sam and Dean's sister/brother and has to babysit Chuck whilst they try to hunt down the devil.

"Why do I have to stay and look after him? Why can't one of you do it?" You asked, sulking like a child in the backseat of the Impala.
"Because you are not the vessel of an archangel, and we are. Besides, we won't be gone that long, a few weeks, maybe a month or two and you and Chuck seemed to get along fine last time we saw him, even though he was writing about our entire lives." Dean's argument made sense - they were trying to save the world. You couldn't do much anyway. If Cas could kill you with a single touch to your forehead, just imagine what Lucifer or Michael could do.
"Fine. Now, how long until we get there, and is there a place where we can get some pie?"
You were definitely a Winchester.

Pulling up at Chuck's house, you quickly scoffed down the rest of your slice of apple pie. You grabbed your bag out of the trunk and grumbled to yourself under your breath. Your brothers weren't even coming in to say bye. They said they'd call every night with an update and to check on Chuck before they drove away, leaving you standing there, angrily cursing at the floor. With a sigh, you decided you might as well just get it over with and started walking to Chuck's front door. Much to your surprise, it was already open and you pulled out your gun, quietening your steps and moving slowly so as not to alert whatever was in the house to your presence. As you stepped in to the living room you gave it a once over, checking for any sign of Chuck or the monster. You whirled around at the sound of a crash and your gun automatically shot up and targeted the movement. You lowered the gun and gave a sigh of relief as the Prophet you were searching for walked calmly out of the kitchen, picking up an empty pan and placing it on the counter, smiling softly.
"Hey, Y/N. I left the door open for you. I saw you coming in a vision and Sam and Dean called earlier."
Well, that was embarrassing.
"Don't do that! I thought you were being murdered or tortured or something! Christ, Chuck, I almost shot you! I'm supposed to be looking after you, not putting bullets in your head!" Your yelling was so loud the whole street could probably hear, but you had been scared when you thought Chuck was in danger (though you'd never actually admit it) and you were expressing that feeling in the only other way you knew how. Letting loose your anger. Chuck's smile had been completely wiped from his face, guilt taking over his handsome features.
"I'm so sorry Y/N. I didn't think about that, I just wanted to have lunch ready in time. I'll get you the spare key in a minute. There's food in the kitchen, I'll just put your stuff in the spare room." His voice was quiet when he spoke and you nodded, sighing, before heading to the kitchen to grab a bite to eat.

For the next few days it was a little awkward. You had apologised to Chuck for yelling but you still couldn't help but feel guilty. It also didn't help that you were bored out of your mind. The majority of your time was spent watching Chuck write about your brothers' adventures (sometimes including you, but you mostly hunted on your own) and if you weren't doing that you were either doing something to try and occupy yourself in the cramped spare bedroom you were using, or you were out buying food and alcohol.

You were laying on your front on Chuck's couch, almost three weeks into your stay. Groaning, you glanced over at where Chuck was sat, writing down one of his visions, and twisted your body until you were laying on your back.
"I'm bored." You whined, after staring at the ceiling for an hour. Chuck hummed in acknowledgment and continued writing, while you decided to sit up and do something about your boredom. After looking around the room and finding nothing of interest, you stood up and ventured into the kitchen where you also discovered nothing to do. You finally went back into the living room and stood next to Chuck's chair, knowing that he hadn't even noticed your presence he was so immersed in his writing. You tapped your fingers for a minute, before scanning all of the paper littered over the desk. Suddenly, just as you were about to leave and look for something else to satisfy your boredom, one in particular caught your eye and you picked it up, certain that Chuck wouldn't mind if you read his drafts - he'd let you read them before. But as you started reading you realised this piece was different. It wasn't a draft for a Supernatural book, it was a poem. A love poem. For a girl. Jealousy bubbled in you stomach as you thought about who Chuck could have written this for - Becky was an option, maybe even his publisher (you didn't know her name) - but you quickly tried to push it down. You were in denial. You did not have feelings for the handsome, charming Prophet that you were protecting. You were not in love with Chuck.

No way.

You tried to force yourself to put the poem down, to not put yourself through that pain, but you couldn't stop. It didn't matter who it was for, it was a beautiful piece of work. Even though you were certain the poem wasn't written for you, you could feel the tears gathering, the touching words somehow reaching your usually cold hunter's heart.

And then your heart skipped a beat as you read the final line. The last four words.  I love you, Y/N.

You couldn't stop yourself from gasping. The poem was for you. Chuck loved you. Your breath caught in your throat. He felt the same, he loved you back, you weren't the only one.

"Y/N? Are you alri- oh." Chuck's voice made you finally look up. It was clear he saw the tears and panic took over his features. "Please, don't cry! I'm sorry, I shouldn't have written it. But please don't cry. Yell at me, get angry! I just don't want you to cry."

"Chuck is this true?" You asked, hoping it was.
'Please say yes'. You thought.

"I-uh, yeah, yeah it is." His voice was almost silent, and you almost didn't hear him, but thanks to your hunter skills, you just about caught it. You hardly waited a second before you pulled him up from his chair, tugging him towards you and connecting your lips. Chuck was shocked at first, but soon began kissing back. Pulling away breathlessly after a long few moments, you rested your forehead against his.

"I love you too." You whispered, pressing your lips together again in a sweet kiss.

-Le Time Skip-

A month and a half later and your brothers were on their way back to pick you up. One small problem there. You and Chuck were in a steady relationship and leaving with your brothers would surely ruin that. You hadn't spoken about it, hell, Sam and Dean didn't even know you and Chuck were together. Yeah, you were gonna enjoy that conversation.

You had at least an hour or two before they would be there so you were dragging Chuck away from his work for a while to enjoy that time together. You were going to the ice cream parlour in town and then you were going to just walk around town, pretending to be normal for a while.

"C'mon," you giggled, pulling your boyfriend towards the front door. "I want ice cream, before Sam and Dean get here and we have to tell them."

"Calm down, Y/N. I'm coming." Chuck chuckled along with you, letting you drag him. "Besides, we've got a while."

You laughed again, reaching out one hand to open the door at the same time as you leaned up to kiss the Prophet in front of you.

"What the hell?" 

It seemed your brothers were back earlier than expected.

A/N Hello! Sorry for the long wait, I decided to make this chapter a little longer than usual. I was wondering what you'd think about me doing Rob Benedict imagines here as well (I was listening to my Louden Swain playlist writing this). Comment what you think, or message me, I don't mind.

Thanks! Sorry again.
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