first of all: thANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 1K READS ON BOTH THIS AND MY ONE SHOTS ILY ALL AND THANKS FOR READING.
I'm sorry I updated this late, but I went to London from Thursday 11pm to Saturday 2.30am and i didn't sleep for 48 hours (it was really awesome tho, really worth the not sleeping), so on Saturday I woke up late, and fell asleep 2 times on the couch. Today (infact yesterday bc its 2.20am oops) we had this family brunch stuff and after it I fell asleep on the couch again, and also I'm at my dad's house and I don't have my own compuer so thats why I updated this late. I'm sorry, and also hAPPY EASTER FOR THOSE WHO CELEBRATE I HOPE YOU HAVE/HAD A NICE DAY AND IF NOT: I FEEL SORRY FOR YA AND IF YOU NEED TO TALK: COMMENT AND I CAN GIVE YOU ANY KIND OF SOCIAL MEDIA ACC WE CAN TALK ALRIGHT ILY ALL.
(also I have no idea when I'll be able to update again because I am still writing the 19th chapter, but it's on my pc at home. I hope I'll get it done before Wednesday but I can't promise anything, I'm sorry)
“Alright,” Charlie said while shoving the pancakes Dean made into her mouth. “These files are made by Chuck, and they’re protected from any kind of evil. Demons are probably too dumb to hack.”
Sam listened but didn’t look at her. Charlie could be Dean’s sister right now, speaking with her mouth full so Sam was able to see all the pancakes going around in her mouth. It only became worse when Dean stood next to her, and doing exactly the same.
“Better safe than sorry,” Dean read. “Well, he has a good point. I wouldn’t want any demon to burst into heaven either.”
That got Sam’s attention. “Burst into heaven? You mean…”
“Yep,” Dean replied, a big grin on his face. “Our personal way into heaven, without having to die.”
They finished breakfast quickly, and went to get the ingredients for the spells they had to use. One spell would give them something to kill Metatron with; the other would send them to heaven. They were quite easy, but the ‘big task’, as Chuck had put it, was killing Metatron.
Once they would be sent to heaven, they would have to distract Metatron enough. They couldn’t kill him themselves; only one person was able to do so: God.
Charlie went to the store to get the basic ingredients. It wasn’t hard to do, but it was safe, and the last thing the Winchesters would want was another person in danger because of them. She got a small list and went her way.
Dean got the Impala and went to a whole other state, where the witch shop was. They needed the weirdest ingredients, and only the witch shop could have them all.
Sam stayed at the bunker, reading through the files and inspecting if they missed something. He put the things he and Dean had found in the books together and thought of a plan. They needed to be organized, if anything went wrong, they would be screwed.
When Charlie came back from the store, she helped Sam, and together they made a plan A and a plan B. they had no idea where Cas was or who God would be, but they figured out God would show up when it was time.
While Dean was away, Charlie taught Sam about the thing called ‘Destiel’. She explained it was a ship name for Dean and Cas and how cute everyone thought they were together. Chuck hadn’t published another book in a while, but everyone was waiting for it. Chuck had been more popular than Dean and Sam had always thought.
By the time Dean came back, it was late night already. They checked everything again, and then went to bed. It was 2am and they had quite a big day the day after.
Dean felt a small sparkle; tomorrow he would finally see Cas again. He had never realized how much he always missed Cas when Cas wasn’t there. It wasn’t just when they had become a couple, Dean had always felt a ache when Cas left again.
He wondered if he loved Cas. Sure, he cared for Cas as much as for Sam, but he hadn’t loved anyone in a long time. his thoughts kept him awake for a long time,
They woke up early again. None of them had been able to sleep really well that night. They sat at the table, looking tired with heavy bags under their eyes. When they were done with breakfast, they grabbed the stuff they needed and headed to the garage where the Impala was already waiting.
Dean drove them to the right place, somewhere in the woods where no one could see them. “I’ll be back, baby. Don’t miss me too badly,” Dean said and Sam just shook his head.
“Come on, Dean, now is not the time to talk to her.”
“You actually do talk to your car?” Charlie seemed a bit shocked.
Dean huffed and patted the roof. “Don’t mind them, baby. They don’t mean it,” he muttered and gave her one final pat before he went with Sam and Charlie.
Once they were far enough in the woods, they got out the ingredients for the first spell. The way to use was very witch-y, and they asked themselves where the hell Chuck got all of it from. They mixed some ingredients, and Dean made a pentagram in the dirt. The mixture went in the middle and Sam said the words of the spell.
It all started smoking and making sounds (which explained why they had to do this in an area where no one could see them) but after a few minutes the smoke was gone and an object lay in the middle of the pentagram. It looked like a bone with a very sharp end.
“That’ll kill Metatron?” Dean asked, looking skeptically at it. “So we could’ve just taken any random bone with a sharp end instead of going into the woods, leave my baby alone and summon this thing?”
“Well I’m sure Chuck told us to go here and do this all for a reason, which probably means that we can’t kill him with just any random bone,” Sam replied, giving Dean a nice bitch face with a 9/10 power.
“Alright, alright,” Dean muttered. “Let’s do the other one. What does it say? Summons someone who can send our asses up to heaven?”
Charlie said nothing and just listened. She had learned that once they were bickering you could better not interrupt them. It was nice to hear them; it made her feel more like a sister of them. Dean had told her she was practically family, too, and this was one of the moments where she just knew he had meant it.
As soon as they had done the second spell, someone appeared behind them. Charlie, who had not seen him yet, turned around when she heard something and screamed.
“Am I that scary?” Chuck asked, laughing.
“Chuck?”
“Who else? I am the one who made those damned spells! Hello Charlie, nice to finally meet you in person. I am glad you’re enjoying my books.”
Charlie just stood there with her mouth open, not able to reply. Her heart was still beating very fast, but that wasn’t that much of a problem. This was Chuck? The prophet of the lord who knew every single thing that has ever happened and was gonna happen in the Winchester’s life wore a bathrobe?
“Anyways, I knew you guys would come this far, but the hard part has yet to come. Since Metatron is a really powerful angel, you cannot kill him yourself. There’s only one who can do so and that’s God. However, you two should manage to get him distracted enough so God can do his work.” Chuck said, looking at Sam and Dean.
“Wait, so there actually is a God?” Dean asked. It wasn’t the smartest question after what Chuck had told them, but Dean was almost shocked. So many years had no one heard anything, and now this prophet came telling them God still did exist?
“Of course there is, He has always been there, looking over things, regularly checking on the angels. Just the fact that no one has known of His presence does not mean He wasn’t there.”
Dean still had one more question. “Then why the hell did this ‘God’ let all of this happen, huh? Why did Bobby have to die? Why did Ellen and Jo have to die? And Kevin? His own prophet for god’s sake!” He hadn’t realized he cursed until it was too late already. He didn’t understand it, this God could have stopped so many things, and he had decided to do nothing at all.
“Some things just have to happen, Dean. I am really sorry for your losses.” Chuck replied.
“And how exactly do you know all these things?”
Chuck sighed. “I know more than you’ll ever think I will. But you’re wasting your time here. Can I send you upstairs?”
“Wait a minute here,” Sam said. He had been silent all this time. Years ago, he had believed in God. Then all this shit had happened and he has slowly lost his faith. The angels falling, no one knew where the hell God was, and now they should just trust Him to show up?
“So God is just… gonna show up when it’s ‘the right time’, right? And how do we know when that is? How do we know he even shows up en general? No one has heard from him in years. And now we gotta trust Him with our lives while fighting Metatron? I’m sorry, but even I have lost my faith.”
“I’m sure he’ll be there, I’ve seen it, and you know everything I see is true. Do you believe me?”
Dean just kinda shrugged but Chuck didn’t take that as an answer.
“This is important, Dean and Sam. You have to believe in God. You have to have faith.”
They thought about it. It was true, every single thing Chuck had seen had happened. But it was so hard to trust a God who hadn’t been showing any signs of life for decennia.
“Alright,” Sam decided. “I have faith. I am willing to let my life depend on God.”
Dean couldn’t do anything but agree. No way in hell he was letting his little brother go up there alone. “I’m with you,” he said. And, with a little struggle he added: “I believe He will show up.”
“Good,” Chuck replied. “One more warning, Dean: Cas may not be the same as when you left him. Be prepared.” And with that, he touched both Sam and Dean’s shoulders, disappearing with them.
Charlie had been hearing and seeing it all. She was awe struck. This is not what she had been expecting from a guy in a bathrobe. But then again, everything in the life of the Winchesters had been messed up, sometimes the good and sometimes the bad kind. She decided to just go with it and wait for Sam and Dean to come back.
She was just about to sit down when Chuck came back. “I’ll get you to the bunker; it’s too cold out here to wait for them. I don’t know how long they will be busy up there,” he said.
The next second, Charlie was in the bunker, Chuck by her side. He looked like he wanted to leave, but turned around once more.
“I know what happened in Oz what you didn’t tell them. I just wanted to tell you that it’s okay. There are other girls for you, alright? And don’t be afraid to tell them one day. You’re a part of their family now. Good luck.” He smiled and then disappeared, leaving Charlie behind with her jaw on the floor.
How did he know?
Chuck seemed very wise. She almost thought…. But that couldn’t be true. She’d just have to wait for Sam and Dean for that answer. She grabbed a book, and sat herself on the couch, but she couldn’t concentrate. What Chuck had said spooked through her mind, and after a while she stood up and sat at the table where she started writing her own story.
A/N ooooOoooOOoooOoOOo who's God ????? And what has Charlie been not telling??? Who knows ???? Not me that's for sure. (that's actually true for the Charlie-part, I have no idea what Charlie was not telling oops I just wanted to drop some nice hints alright pls don't hate me. Maybe I'll think of something later and I'll add it ok Charlie's nice to write)
Anyways, I hoped you liked this chapter, it was a bit longer than usual but hey, I don't mind. As usual, thanks for reading ^^