A/N - Again, not much changed.
Chuck entered his house with a brown paper bag and a six pack of cans. He walked in slowly and found Dean sitting in his living room. "Dean".
"I take it you knew I'd be here".
"You look terrible".
"That's 'cause I just got hit by a minivan, Chuck".
"Oh".
"That it? Every damn thing you write about me comes true; that's all you have to say is "oh"?!"
"Please don't yell at me".
Dean stood up from the chair. "Why do I get feeling there's something that you're not telling us?"
"What wouldn't I be telling you?"
"How you know what you know, for starters!"
"I don't know how I know, I just do!"
Dean shoved Chuck up against the wall. "That's not good enough. How the hell are you doing this?!"
Castiel appeared in the room, Celeste by his side. "Dean, let him go!"
Dean released Chuck and turned to face Castiel and Celeste.
"This man is to be protected", Castiel said.
"Why?" Dean asked.
"He's a Prophet of the Lord".
"You...You're Castiel...aren't you?" Chuck asked, "And Celeste. I never even wrote you in".
"Thank you?" Celeste said hesitantly.
"It's an honor to meet you, Chuck. I... admire your work", Castiel told him. He picked up one of the books and started paging through it.
Celeste snatched it out of his hand. "I'll take that", she said with a small smile on her face.
"Whoa, whoa, what? This guy, a prophet? Come on, he's – he's... he's practically a Penthouse Forum writer", Dean said. Dean turned to Chuck. "Did you know about this?"
Chuck stumbled over to his armchair and opened a fresh bottle of whisky and poured himself some.
Castiel noticed Celeste's nose crinkle in disgust as she looked up from the Supernatural book she was reading. He thought it made her look adorable.
"I, uh, I might have dreamt about it", Chuck said.
"And you didn't tell us?!" Dean yelled.
"It was too preposterous. Not to mention arrogant. I mean, writing yourself into the story is one thing, but as a prophet? That's like M. Night-level douchiness". He finished his short rant and gulped down the whisky in his hand.
Celeste's nose once again crinkled in disgust.
"This is the guy who decides our fate?" Dean asked Castiel.
"He isn't deciding anything. He's a mouthpiece – a conduit for the inspired word".
"The word? The word of god? What, like the new new testament?"
"One day, these books – they'll be known as the Winchester gospel".
"You got to be kidding me", Dean and Chuck said in unison as Celeste giggled.
"I am not... kidding you", Castiel said with dead seriousness. He turned to Celeste and gave her a look that made her stop laughing.
"If you all would please excuse me one minute", Chuck said. He stood up with the whisky bottle still in his hand and went upstairs.
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On the Side of the Angels (UNDERGOING REWRITE)
Fanfiction[First in the Castiel & Celeste Series] Celeste, the daughter of a fallen angel and mortal. Ever since she was born, the angels were given orders to protect her, specifically Castiel and Gabriel. When she was 16, she was in a horrific car accident...
