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Chapter 30: Meeting the Maker

A/N: Hey my lovely people! I hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving with your friends and family. I decided that I would upload a really short chapter just because I know you all are excited when I update and that means so much to me, so to let you all know how much I appreciate you and how thankful I am for you guys. So...enjoy the brief teaser chapter. And the next update will be on Wednesday again! Have a great break and time of relaxation and I'll talk to you guys in the comments :)

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You walked hesitantly to a chair and pulled it out as Chuck instructed you to do. "You're really God?" you questioned.

He nodded his head and sat in a seat across from you, the crystal clear table separating you both. You kept your hands in your lap for fear of smudging the smooth glass. Chuck cleared his throat and you looked up at him. For God, he was much scruffier than you had ever imagined he would be. You had always pictured God to be a clean cut man who was larger than life, but that wasn't the case. He was so...normal.

"Y/N, I'm sure you're aware that you're dead." He said the words as if they would have no meaning to you, but they did. It hurt to hear and know. "I've been watching you especially closely after you started being around the Winchesters."

You gnawed on your lip and pressed your thumb nail into the palm of your hand, wishing the pain would detract from your nervousness. You knew that God supposedly watched all of humanity, however, it was scary hearing that he had specifically pegged you simply for knowing the Winchesters.

"I think you've been good for them."

Despite your fear of the situation you were in, you scoffed and quickly apologized. Chuck cocked his head to the side and questioned your actions.

"I, uh, I..." you stuttered. "I hardly think I've been good for them. Half the time I think they hate me."

"Hate you?" He ticked his tongue in disapproval or disbelief, you couldn't tell which one. The Winchesters have a funny way of showing they care, I will admit that. They don't know how to show it, but they care about you immensely. Especially Dean."

"Yeah, okay..."

"Don't tell me you don't see it."

"Sometimes I think he does, but then I think I'm just fooling myself," you admitted.

Chuck rested his elbows on the table and tapped the tips of his fingers together. "Trust me, you've been good for those two. I'm going to give you a choice here."

You looked at him warily. "A choice for what?"

"To stay here and enjoy heaven forever, or to go back and resume your life with the boys. With Dean."

You couldn't stop your mouth from falling open. Were you getting a second chance at life? And was Chuck, God himself, encouraging you in some sort of relationship with Dean? Was he nuts? "Why would I stay?" you questioned. "I didn't want to come here in the first place, but Lorelai made me."

"I have some things to show you." He stood from his place and walked to you, taking your hand and walking you out of the Holy Conference Room.