Chuck Shurley Imagines

Chuck x Reader: Drunk

Requested by @thisguysucks
Reader and Chuck meet in a bar while Chuck is drunk.
(Female Reader)

You sat at the bar, smiling at the bartender when he came to refill your drink and chatting with the young woman next to you. You'd gotten bored sat in the motel waiting for Sam and Dean to come back from killing that werewolf. They insisted that they could do by themselves and didn't need your help and suddenly you were left behind. Again. It happened a lot, and it most likely had something to do with the fact that you were Bobby's niece and practically their little sister. They were very protective.

The woman you were talking to giggled suddenly and grinned at you, standing up and walking off towards the handsome man she'd been eyeing up. You sighed and looked down at the bar, staring into your drink. Your gaze was dragged up again when someone else sat on the stool the lady had previously occupied. Your brow furrowed in confusion when you recognised the man sitting next to you.

"Chuck?"

"Hey, Y/N," a grin spread across his face, "how about this? Didn't think I'd see you here." From the way Chuck's speech was slurred and how he was swaying in his seat, it was obvious he'd had a bit too much to drink. Plus, he was usually much more nervous when he spoke to you, although you didn't know why. Maybe it had something to do with your female gender, or the Prophet was just awkward in general. The second option was more likely, he didn't have time for much social interaction, and he was supposed to be dead because of the 'only one Prophet at a time' rule.

"Uh, how much have you had to drink Chuck? You look, sound and smell extremely drunk." you asked, concerned for the man's well being. That much alcohol couldn't be good for you, no matter how much you were used to drinking.

"Enough to get drunk and talk to you. And that means a lot. I mean, I drink pretty much all the time, so I don't really get drunk anymore. But if I'm talking to you, and I am, that means I'm really drunk 'cause I really like you, so I get nervous when I wanna talk to you. But I'm drunk so I don't care at the moment. Am I gonna regret this in the morning? Y/N? Hello?"

It all came out in one big burst and you didn't understand much of it, except for 'get drunk', 'all  the time' and 'really like you'. You stopped listening after that last one, not paying any attention to the rest of Chuck's rant until he called your name. Your eyes were wide and Chuck seemed to realise what he had confessed in his drunken state. He didn't seem worried about it, no, in fact he laughed and smiled at the look on your face and said,

"I wasn't meant to say that."

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You couldn't get Chuck to stop talking long enough for you to ask where he was staying, so when you finally coaxed him out of the bar after another twenty minutes of him rambling aimlessly you ended up taking him back to the motel. He was still babbling on about something or other - an idea for a new book or something - when you helped him out of the car, supporting most of his weight.

The door to the room finally opened after you struggled with it and had dropped your keys at least twice trying to get inside. The boys weren't back yet, there was no Impala outside and no lights on inside, so you were safe from questions for a while, but you knew you'd be for a serious interrogation from Dean when they did get back.

Chuck pulled his arm off your shoulder and grabbed your shirt instead, stumbling over to the closet bed and taking you with him. He had stopped talking and you thought the alcohol was starting to wear off as Chuck yawned. You were dragged down onto the bed, despite your protests, and Chuck wrapped his arms around you, pulling you as close as you could get. You gave up fighting and decided you were tired anyway, liking the feeling of Chuck's face buried in your hair.

"I love you, Y/N."

"I love you too, Chuck."

Bonus Ending (Ft. Angry!Dean)

The motel door slammed shut. Groaning, you rolled over and buried your face in the warm, comfy pillow. That seemed to be moving. Confusion forced you to open you eyes and memories came rushing back. You looked up and your eyes locked on the peaceful face of a sleeping Chuck. Hold on, doors don't slam themselves. Bolting upright, you came face to face with the cause of the door slam. Two hunters, one furious, one confused.

"What the hell is this, Y/N?"

Uh oh.

So I hope you like this chapter, it was a request. I hope it was what you wanted @thisguysucks. I just love Dean when he's jealous or angry so I had to get that in there. The song doesn't really relate that much, but I love Ed Sheeran and I couldn't think of a title so I went with the name of the song.

Thanks guys,
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