Selina Winchester (Supernatural: Season 4) [SPN Fanfic]

The Monster at the End of This Book [4]

"You wanted to see me?" Chuck asked.

"I did." Selina showed Chuck one of his manuscripts "But you already knew that. But there's one thing I couldn't find...."

"What's that?"

"How much do you know? About me,"

"You want to know if I know about your on the side job with C..."

Selina's eyes flashed black causing Chuck to take a startled step back "You can't tell Dean,"

"I didn't even write it into the books. I was afraid it would make you look unsympathetic,"

"Unsympathetic?!"

"Yeah, come on, Selina. I mean, you got to know that it's wrong,"

"It scares the hell out of me. I mean I...I wish I could stop,"

"But you keep going back,"

"What choice have I got?!"

"So you got to carry the weight?"

Selina shook her head "He can't know what I did to help keep him off that rack." She looked up at Chuck "Will he?"

"I don't know." Chuck admitted "I haven't seen that far yet,"

"Why do I get the feeling there's something that you're not telling us?" Selina asked.

"What wouldn't I be telling you?"

"How you know what you know, for starters!"

"I don't know how I know, I just do!"

"That's not good enough!" Selina exclaimed as she shoved Chuck against the wall. "How the hell are you doing this?!"

"Selina, let him go!" Castiel ordered as he pulled her away from Chuck.

Selina glared back at Castiel.

"This man is to be protected,"

"Why?" Selina demanded.

"He's a Prophet of the Lord,"

"You...You're Castiel...aren't you?" Chuck realized.

"It's an honor to meet you, Chuck. I...admire your work," Castiel picked up one of the books and started paging through it.

Selina couldn't help but burst out in laughter "This guy, a prophet? Come on, he's-he's...he's practically a Penthouse Forum writer." She looked over at Chuck "Did you know about this?"

Chuck stumbled over to his armchair; he cracked open a fresh bottle of whisky and poured himself some. "I, uh, I might have dreamt about it,"

"And you didn't tell us?!" Selina shouted.

"It was too preposterous. Not to mention arrogant. I mean, writing yourself into the story is one thing, but as a prophet? That's like M. Night-level douchiness," Chuck finished his tirade and desperately gulped down the whisky.

Selina looked over at Castiel "This is the guy who decides our fate?"

"He isn't deciding anything. He's a mouthpiece-a conduit for the inspired word," Castiel explained.

"The word?" Selina looked at Castiel incredulously "The word of god?"

"One day, these books-they'll be known as the Winchester gospel,"

Selina closed her eyes in distress "You got to be kidding me,"

"I am not...kidding you,"

"If you'd both please excuse me one minute," Cuck stood, still clutching the bottle, and disappeared upstairs.

"Him?" Selina asked as she looked back towards Cas "Really?"

"You should've seen Luke," Castiel reasoned.

Selina couldn't help but smirk at Castiel's attempt at a joke before sobering up with a shake of her head "Why'd he get tapped,"

"I don't know how prophets are chosen. The order comes from high up on the celestial chain of command,"

Selina looked at him questionably "How high?"

"Very,"

***

Selina walked back into the Motel Room to see Dean packing up their things. "What's going on?"

"Come on. We're getting out of here,"

"What? Where?"

"Anywhere, okay? Out of this motel, out of this town. I don't care if we got to swim, we are getting out."

"We can't..." Selina admitted.

Dean stopped packing.

"What do you mean?" Sam questioned.

Selina sighed "Chuck is not a psychic. He's a prophet,"

"What?!" Dean asked.

"Cas showed up, and apparently Chuck is writing the gospel of us,"

"Okay. Let's get the hell out of here," Dean argued.

"No," Selina said sternly.

Dean turned to look at his sister "Lilith is gonna slaughter you,"

"Maybe she will, maybe she won't,"

"So what? You think you can take her?" Sam questioned.

"Only one way to find out,"

"Selina..." Dean started.

"You think I'll do it, don't you?" Selina scoffed "How many times do I have to prove to you that I'm not going dark side?!"

Dean remained silent as he grabbed his bag and headed for the door. Dean stopped and looked back "Are you coming or not?"

"No," Selina said.

"Sam, let's go," Dean said as he turned back to the door and left.