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Found Him in a Lover >> Chuck Shurley X Reader

Title: Found Him in a Lover 

Paring: Chuck Shurley X Reader

Warnings: nothing!

Spoilers: some, for season five. 

Sequel: yes, to 'I Found God' (in previous my Various Array of 100 One-Shots Book)

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When you wake, the bed beside you is cold. Your eyes, bleary, try to make out your boyfriend's form, but no avail. There is no Chuck-shaped silhouette by the base of the bed, nor by the window to watch the sunrise. Slowly, you stretch and slide from beneath the sheets to seek for the man you called your other half. The adjacent bathroom, empty. The same said for the kitchen, and the writing room. The spare room which housed stray hunters was barren also. For the first time since you had left your old life, you feel alone.

"Charles?" Your voice crackles. "Chuck?"

But the house is devoid of an answer.

The first thing you think to do is call (b/n). He would have an answer; he was always knees-deep in this sort of business. But, he was away with Ash and a handful of other hunters for a trip to Minnesota. Something about vampires. Your hand reaches for the wall phone, but before your fingers can call the next contact on your list, the handset rings.

It's Sam.

"You wouldn't have Chuck handy at the moment, _________? We're in need of his skills," the long-haired hunter plead over the phone line. You could hear the urgency in his voice, almost the same as what you felt in your chest.

You shake your head sadly, "I can't find Chuck, honestly. The last I saw him was last night, and he's just...vanished." You admit. Your other hand, the empty hand flexes, feeling empty of warmth. Of Chuck's hold. "I was about to call you two to check if you had seen him."

After the younger Winchester leaves dial tone, you check meticulously through all of your contacts, but by the time you have, it's clear. Nobody, not even Rufus, or Bobby has seen Chuck. He's gone. Poof. Missing.

"Oh my gosh," you moan.

Your hand releases the phone. It falls on its string, thumping the wall with a finite sound. It sounds like a gavel, marking the sentence someone, or something has forced onto you. And slowly, sliding down the wall to curl into a ball, you sit. You couldn't help but wonder if he had been abducted. Taken by something supernatural. Something out of your payload, or even abilities to fix. Maybe he just got up and left you, left his life. But he was mid-chapter, your brain niggles. He wouldn't do that; his books were his life. You had been his life; it was almost your two year-anniversary.

A cry comes from somewhere, most certainly not from your mouth. It sounds dead, and derelict, a moan that could resurrect something very wrong indeed. The cry turns into a sob, and slowly, into words.

"Chuck, where are you?"

It would seem to be years since that wretched morning that you had spent away from Chuck. But in fact, it had only been a handful of months, and there was no word from anyone where Charles "Chuck" Shurley had evaporated from the face of the earth to. How could that be? He never had any enemies, and even with the help of the Winchesters to track a now-cold trail, there seemed to be nothing. At all.

He had promised you adventure, and had offered love. And without him, you were just ______ once more, the one who just read his things and not helped compose them. So, like anyone who was bereft of their loved one, you did what you thought best.