Chuck Shurley Imagines

Chuck x Reader: Unexpected

Chuck sat in the library of the Men of Letters bunker, eyes closed, trying his best to locate you. After he had disappeared six years ago he had been unable to find you, no matter how hard he looked.

Sam stepped into the library, doing a double take when he saw Chuck - God - sat at the large table in he centre of the room with his eyes closed. He would think Chuck was asleep if he didn't know better. Trying not to disturb him, Sam attempted to be as quiet as possible as he sat down and resumed his research from the previous night.

"Sam?" His head jerked up,startled  by the quiet voice from the head of the table. Chuck's eyes were open now and the bright blue was piercing.

"Uh, yeah Chuck?" Sam still wasn't entirely sure how he should address him and he was uncomfortable in his presence.

"What happened to Y/N? She's not in heaven or hell and I can't find her." Chuck's voice was different to his usual arrogant tone, almost pleading.

"Well, I don't really know. After..." Sam paused, coughing awkwardly. "After you left, she started acting strange. She said it was too dangerous for her to hunt anymore. Last I heard, she was settling down in, wow, I never really thought about it, in Kansas City."

Now that he thought about it, Sam didn't really understand why you left. You had stopped going on hunts, worrying over the smallest of injuries, distancing yourself and eventually telling the boys you couldn't do it anymore, couldn't hunt or be a part of the life anymore.

You had never fully explained why, only that it was too dangerous for you and that something had come up that meant you had to leave.

Chuck looked thoughtful and guilty at the same time.

"Thank you, Sam." It  was sincere and Sam was shocked at the emotion put into the words. He nodded his head in acknowledgment and the next moment Chuck was gone.

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He found you. You lived in a two bedroom house in the centre of Kansas City and you worked as a secretary for a small, up and coming business. You got a decent pay, enough to support yourself and keep some decent savings. Chuck found all of this out when he called your mother and asked about you, claiming to be an insurance company that wanted to help you out.

Chuck stood in front of the door to your house preparing to knock. He had no idea what to say to you, no idea how to apologise for what he had done. But he had to try.

He wrapped his knuckles against the door then stepped back and waited. What he didn't expect was the door to open to a young boy, no older than five, with brown hair and hauntingly familiar blue eyes.

"Mom!" The boy yelled. "There's a man at the door!" Chuck stood stock still as he watched you round a corner and come into view.

"S/N, what have I told you abou..." Your voice trailed off and your jaw dropped when you finally looked up and saw him.

"Mom?" The boy - S/N - looked up at you questioningly. "Mom, what's wrong? Who is he?"

"Chuck?" You whispered, eyes wide. "S/N, go to your room." You spoke in your normal voice, trying to convey to your son that he wasn't in trouble, while still being firm. With one last curious glance at Chuck, the boy disappeared in a blur as he ran upstairs.

"What the hell are you doing here?" You demanded, stepping into the doorway.

"I..." Chuck was at a loss for words. You had a son? Who was the father? "I needed to see you. There's so much to explain, but first, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I had no choice but to leave and now the world is ending and I just needed to see you one last time."

You glared at him. How dare he come back after six years and apologise? And what was that about the world ending?

"No. You do not get to come back and apologise to me! You have no idea what I went through after you left. I moved on. I started a life even after everything that happened and you cannot come here and ruin it!" Your chest heaved and you were somewhat pleased by the startled look in Chuck's face. Clearly he wasn't expecting you to fight back.

Chuck stood silently as he stared at you. He knew you had always been a spitfire, but watching you yell at him made him realise how little he had thought of you. And he swore to himself he would never, ever think like that again. He never should have expected you to welcome him back with open arms.

"I'm God." He muttered, not knowing any other way to go about explaining himself.

"You're what?" You exclaimed.

"I'm God. I had to leave, the apocalypse was over and I wasn't needed anymore. I couldn't stay, Castiel would have found me eventually and I wasn't ready for that." Now that he thought about it, his explanation seemed more like an excuse.

"I needed you, Chuck! Did you see that little boy? Can you guess how old he is?" You we're yelling again, still standing in the doorway as if to block him out of your house, though now you were leaning towards Chuck in your rage.

Suddenly it dawned on him. A five year old boy. He left six years ago.

"Oh." Chuck mumbled. "He's mine, isn't he?"

"Yeah. Yeah, he's your son." You sounded defeated.

"He's my daddy?" A quiet young voice came from behind you and you closed your eyes, swearing under your breath as you spun to face him.

"Hey, sweetheart, I thought I told you to go upstairs. What are you doing down here?" You asked calmly, bending down to pick up your son.

"You were shouting, Mommy. It scared me." S/N buries his face in your neck and chuck took the chance to really look at his son. He wasn't sure how he hadn't realised it straight away; the small boy was the spitting image of Chuck.

"So that's why I couldn't find you." Chuck said, finally understanding what had happened.

"What do you mean?" You asked as you pressed a kiss to S/N's temple.

"When I left I wanted to keep an eye on you but I couldn't locate you. And I'm God so it's kind of impossible to hide from me." There was the usual arrogance. "He must have unconsciously been masking you from everything. He must be extremely powerful, it's a wonder you haven't noticed."

You shrugged, not bothering to mention that you had in fact noticed something strange about your son.

"His name is S/N, by the way. You didn't ask." You placed your son back on the floor and watched his innocent blue eyes lock on to his father.

Chuck had been a father before, but never like this. He wasn't quite sure how to act. He knelt done and held a hand out toward S/N.

"You're my daddy?" The boy reached out and gripped on to Chuck's fingers.

"Yeah, buddy, I am." All of a sudden his arms were full of crying five year old.

"I've never had a daddy before. Will you stay?" Chuck glanced up at you and smiled.

"I'm gonna try, buddy. I'm gonna try."

*BONUS*

Castiel stood over the small bed, his fingers barely dusting over the child's face. A rare soft smile painted his lips as he stood over what was already the strongest creature on Earth, and would grow even stronger as he aged. The son of God and a human, the perfect being.

"Hello, little brother."

Castiel stepped back, unaware of his father watching quietly from the door. In a flutter of wings, he was gone, and it was like he was never there at all.

The boy rolled over in his sleep, dreaming of family.

Hope you liked this chapter, I was going to save it for a little longer, but I haven't finished the chapters I thought I would yet. The next update shouldn't be too long of a wait. Thanks for reading!

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