Supernatural oneshots

Choices

Based off a comment left by @Hypocritical_Idjit high school au (kinda) hope you like !

***Dean's POV***

Dean! Dean, wake up... the voice started to fade farther and farther away.

I woke up and a bright light nearly blinded me. I blinked and squinted until my eyes adjusted. I was in some white room with rainbow lights on the walls. How did I get here? Where the hell am I?

"Dean Winchester?" I stood up and saw a short man in worn jeans and a black t-shirt looking up at me.

"Who are you?"

"God." He shrugged and looked down at his shoes. "But, please, just call me Chuck."

I nodded. God was not at all what I thought He would look like. "Does that mean I'm... I'm in heaven...? I'm... dead." Then it all came back to me. Singing Guns 'n' Roses with Cas. The car going the wrong way on the highway. The impact. Cas screaming for me to wake up.

"No. Actually you aren't dead, Dean. But two of the things you love most are." Chuck turned around and I noticed a bench that hadn't been there five seconds ago. He sat down and I sat next to him. "So, you need to make a choice."

"What's the choice?"

"You have to choose Castiel or-"

"Cas." I interrupted.

"You didn't let me finish."

"Doesn't matter. I choose Cas."

"You should probably hear the other choice."

"Nope. Caaaaaaasssss."

Chuck rolled his eyes. "Dean. Stahp." I stayed quiet. "Are you gunna let me finish?" I nodded and he sighed. "You have to choose Castiel... or the impala."

"What?" I questioned. "That choice makes no sense. Why would I even need to choose between the two?"

God shrugged. Not everyday you get to say that, God shrugged. Huh, kinda funny. "I'm not in the business of making sense. Do you know the story of Noah? People pissed me off so I told him to build a boat. Out of gopher wood."

I nodded. "That's true... but still. Why have me choose? Why don't you choose for me?"

"Free will." God shrugged again.

"Can I ask why?"

"Yes!" He threw his hands in the air. "That's the beauty of it."

Wasn't God supposed to have all the answers? The longer I talked to him, the more confused I was.

"Your car was wrecked in the accident and Cas was killed. So I can either bring the impala back, good as new. Or bring Cas back and he would have no knowledge that you ever owned an impala."

"What car would I have?" There ya go, Dean, asking the important questions.

"A Toyota."

"Toyota what?"

"Camry."

I put my head in my hands. A Camry? A fucking Camry? Do I choose the impala with no Cas or a Camry with Cas... tough decisions.

"How long do I have to choose?"

Chuck narrowed his eyes at me. "For the righteous man, you fucking suck."

"Woah, there. God just cussed at me. How many people can say that?"

"You're enjoying this too much. Make a choice."

"Fine. I choose..." my words started to get a little slurred and I felt drowsy. "I choose..."

Then I felt Cas shaking me telling me to wake up. I was in my bed with Cas next to me. I pulled him close to me and kissed him hard.

"What was that?" He blushed.

"I had the weirdest dream. God cussed at me."

"Why would God cuss at you?" Cas asked.

"Cuz I couldn't choose between you ad the impala." I shrugged.

"The what?"

"My... baby..." I looked out my bedroom window and, sure enough, sat a blue Toyota Camry right in the drive way.