The former Death said that he would reap God too. That wasn't a statement of fact but a threat made to God before creation. Unexpectedly, Chuck's current apocalypse is halted by an unknown force which all major powers are racing to find. Will this n...
A/N: The YouTube video below inspired my writing of Chuck this chapter so enjoy!
Chuck went from a state of joy and contentment down to utter disappointment. He was caught up in his own mind. How long had it been? A few minutes? A few months? An eon? It seemed as if time itself had halted. Maybe it had...Chuck wouldn't have noticed either way. His chest felt tight and he felt as if he couldn't get enough air into his vessel's lungs, regardless of the fact he wasn't reliant so something so trivial as air. Is this what all those versions of Lucifer felt when they were cast from Heaven? This seemingly dizzying, never-ending fall where he felt nauseous and feverish as well as so chilled that it could freeze even the most powerful of beings?
When Chuck started to fall back into the bar, Amara hurried to his side and tried to comfort him. At the same time, Death began observing his twin sister much closer than when he was able when they interacted at the bar. Now that he really looked at her, he recognized this body as the vessel she designed for herself while she was helping God design the first humans. He had forgotten after all these years and universes; they had all forgotten about those early drawings where she designed forms capable of containing their consciousnesses and powers. Death cracked a rare wide smile as he remembered how Balance had been so excited to plan their eventual vessels with each of them so that they could walk among the humans. Well, after her husband created the bodies necessary to house the currently dormant souls of humanity which were stored in God's workshop. Balance had been so excited about the prospect the rest of us being able to interact with the new souls that she begged God to create the other primordials' vessels before her own. God, being the doting husband he was, fulfilled her request and brought into existence the very vessels she herself hade drawn. Death's smile gradually transformed into a scowl as his thoughts turned to how for all her excitement, Balance only got to spend maybe the equivalent of 82,346 years in her own vessel before the self-named being called Chuck ruined everything. At that thought, the primordial being went to glare at God only to realize that his phone stopped ringing only to immediately begin again. None of them had noticed, but now that he had, the incessant ringing was annoying. After sighing, Death answered Chuck's phone in lieu of the currently unresponsive representation of Light and Creation.
"What in the name of you, do you think you are doing?" came Dean's angry voice over the phone. "What has you so pissed that you're destroying the entire state of Minnesota?!"
"Ah, Dean, I was expecting Sam based on the caller ID" said Death. He continued calmly, "I'm sorry to inform you of this, but the one you call Chuck is currently unavailable. Try calling back later. Goodb---"
"Wait!" Sam shouted as he wrestled his phone back from his brother.
"Yes, Sam?" Death said.
"Is he okay?" Sam questioned. At that question Dean started ranting about how he shouldn't be worried about the universe's original asshole. And Sam fired back questioning how they were going to fix this situation if they didn't know what was wrong.
Lacking a good response to that, Dean snapped at his brother, "Better question: Why do you still have his contact in your phone?" Before Sam could answer though, Death called their attention back to them only for Dean to continue ranting about Chuck. It was when Dean made a comment about how Chuck's wife should consider herself lucky to be separated from the loose canon that is God that the phone flashed from Death's hand into Chuck's.
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Outside the raging storm lightened to a heavy downpour and the earthquakes stopped. "Hello, Dean" Chuck started in a light tone, "I suppose I should thank you for snapping me out of my anxiety attack. Once my wife remembers who she is, she would not have been happy to discover that I destroyed this bar she seems so dedicated to." His tone then turned darker, "However, I do not appreciate your rude comments. Such a dirty mouth..."
Chuck immediately hung up the phone as he smirked. He promptly righted the fallen stools all the while he tried to wave away his big sister who was still concerned for him. After all, never in the history of everything had a primordial being had an anxiety attack. Amara soon settled for staring at Chuck worriedly as they all settled at the bar. In the moment that time resumed all three primordial beings were sitting at the bar debating the best course of action to return Balance's memories without causing her incredible pain. All throughout their conversation Chuck remained unsettled by her amnesia, even while he was happier just for being around her. At the moment he had more pressing concerns, so he didn't care when the power of Bitter and Pour went out. It didn't even bother him all that much that he wouldn't be able to watch Dean's reaction when he discovered that Chuck had caused everything the man put in his dirty mouth, including alcohol, taste like ash.
Two hours saw Chuck still sitting at the bar, though now he had abandoned conversation with his fellow primordials in favour of staring unblinkingly at Lexi. Seeing as the waitress was now done setting up candles and lanterns around the bar and calming patrons, she had noticed and was starting to send him freaked out glances.
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Chuck continued staring even as she partially hid herself in the corner as she made a phone call. His staring wasn't even interrupted by Death stating humans occasionally blink. Chuck simply responded that she was his wife. Death then mentioned that he was being a creep only for Chuck to start on how beautiful Lexi looked.
The only change in Chuck's behavior happened when he overheard Lexi on the phone worrying over someone named Henry. Then, he was both glaring and staring.
"Brother, now you're glaring at her" Amara said as she unsuccessfully tried to turn his attention away from the girl. "You need to ease into your connection with her."
Chuck scoffed and said sarcastically without turning from Lexi, "Oh, you mean like how you did with Dean?" Amara, being offended, decided to let him just dig his own grave. It's not like he would physically hurt her now that he knew who she was to him. Chuck then waved Lexi over to refill his drink only for his wife to send a pleading glance to a coworker. And so it was that other waitress that came over instead of Lexi. As Chuck sulked and Amara and Death shared their silent laughter through their eyes none of them noticed the nephilim Jack walk out of the bathroom.
