Bonus! :3 I'm so sorry Jesus or God...
Plot: you were going at the bunker when you met Chuck
Your POV
"Alright bye," I hung up my phone on Sam and Dean and started packing up. Once I was done, I headed out the door with my backpack on my back and I went on my bike. I slipped my key to the hole and ignited the engine. Then I started driving for about 10 minutes to the bunker and when I was there, I went in the back and punched the door, banging it. Then the huge ass door was opened with Sam holding up a gun. "Oh hey (y/n)," Sam smiled as I held up my pinky finger up to him and his pinky finger intertwined with them. I laughed as I got back on my bike and riding it inside the garage. I parked my black bike next to Dean's impala and we headed inside the Impala. When Sam opened the door, a fresh baked pie scent hit my nose and I toof a whiff of the smell. I smiled and breathed out. "Hey Dean-o," I smiled as I walked down the stairs and intertwining my finger with his. Then I saw a perfect man eating noodles watching curl, the game. "Who's this?" I asked nervously. "This is Chuck Shurley. Or God," he smiled. "God? No way, I'm an atheist!" I laughed shaking my head. "Well that's God," Dean snorted. "Well, God, where were you?" I sat on the table looking at him. "I'm so sorry," he said standing up. "No no it's cool," I shrugged and smiled at him.
"You're what? After all I have put you through?"
"Yeah it's cool. I didn't mind. Hunting was a hobby, that is, to some people. But it's cool for me," I laughed as he nodded and sat back down eating his noodles. He was staring at me and Dean and I gave him a look. "What?" I shrugged. "How come you forgive me?" He said with his eyes tearing a little. "She's a natural forgiver," Dean nudged my arm and laughed. I laughed with him and helped myself up, sitting criss cross on the table. "God where did you come from?" I asked swaying my feet over the edge. "We must not talk of higher beings. It doesn't matter where I came from, I am a living holy spirit,"
"Jeez God, why are you so... Lordy," I asked and he pulled a confused face. "I- I am the Lord," he said and I chuckled. "What is your sexuality?" I deepened my question. "I am a female. And I am a male. I am everything," he plainly said smiling. My mouth formed into an O and I looked away. "(Y/n), what were you thinking?" He chuckled and I nervously blushed. "Nothing," I smiled as a memory pulled out from my mind.
God is Lordy. This is GOD. Like G-O-D God. Jesus! God! Jesus Christ! Lord! Father! What is happening.?
I laughed and rolled my eyes playfully. "So much for being an atheist," he chuckled as he leaned next to me. Then he stares at me again. "Why? Do you you keep staring?" I asked as he looked deeper in my eyes. "You're an old soul. I remember you (y/n). We went out in a past life," he smiled. "What?" I laughed, blushing furiously. "You know what? Let's go out," he stood up and and snapped Himself into some nice clothes. "Hold up. I'm going to a date with God. As in the Father Almighty in Heaven. Wow I need to process this," I sat still and I snapped out of it. Chuck's arm linked with mine and we went out the bunker without a care.
