A/N - Again, not much changed.
Chuck entered his house with a brown paper bag and a six pack of cans. He walked in slowly and found Dean sitting in his living room. "Dean".
"I take it you knew I'd be here".
"You look terrible".
"That's 'cause I just got hit by a minivan, Chuck".
"Oh".
"That it? Every damn thing you write about me comes true; that's all you have to say is "oh"?!"
"Please don't yell at me".
Dean stood up from the chair. "Why do I get feeling there's something that you're not telling us?"
"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!"
Dean shoved Chuck up against the wall. "That's not good enough. How the hell are you doing this?!"
Castiel appeared in the room, Celeste by his side. "Dean, let him go!"
Dean released Chuck and turned to face Castiel and Celeste.
"This man is to be protected", Castiel said.
"Why?" Dean asked.
"He's a Prophet of the Lord".
"You...You're Castiel...aren't you?" Chuck asked, "And Celeste. I never even wrote you in".
"Thank you?" Celeste said hesitantly.
"It's an honor to meet you, Chuck. I... admire your work", Castiel told him. He picked up one of the books and started paging through it.
Celeste snatched it out of his hand. "I'll take that", she said with a small smile on her face.
"Whoa, whoa, what? This guy, a prophet? Come on, he's – he's... he's practically a Penthouse Forum writer", Dean said. Dean turned to Chuck. "Did you know about this?"
Chuck stumbled over to his armchair and opened a fresh bottle of whisky and poured himself some.
Castiel noticed Celeste's nose crinkle in disgust as she looked up from the Supernatural book she was reading. He thought it made her look adorable.
"I, uh, I might have dreamt about it", Chuck said.
"And you didn't tell us?!" Dean yelled.
"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". He finished his short rant and gulped down the whisky in his hand.
Celeste's nose once again crinkled in disgust.
"This is the guy who decides our fate?" Dean asked Castiel.
"He isn't deciding anything. He's a mouthpiece – a conduit for the inspired word".
"The word? The word of god? What, like the new new testament?"
"One day, these books – they'll be known as the Winchester gospel".
"You got to be kidding me", Dean and Chuck said in unison as Celeste giggled.
"I am not... kidding you", Castiel said with dead seriousness. He turned to Celeste and gave her a look that made her stop laughing.
"If you all would please excuse me one minute", Chuck said. He stood up with the whisky bottle still in his hand and went upstairs.
"Him? Really?" Dean asked.
"You should've seen Luke", Castiel said, causing Celeste to snort in amusement.
"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".
"How high?"
"Very".
"Well, whatever. How do we get around this?"
Castiel narrowed his eyes and cocked his head in confusion. "Around what?"
"The Sam-Lilith love connection. How do we stop it from happening?"
"What the prophet has written can't be unwritten. As he has seen it, so it shall come to pass".
Dean stormed out of the house.
Castiel turned to Celeste, who was still engrossed in the Supernatural book. "Enjoying yourself?"
Celeste smiled at him. "Very much so. Earlier when you said the prophet order comes from high up on the 'celestial chain of command'...did you mean like archangel status?"
Castiel only nodded.
Celeste turned back to the book.
"Have I done anything to upset you?" Castiel asked her.
"No Cass. I'm fine. Let's just go". Celeste threw the book on the couch.
"Celeste..."
"Please Castiel. I don't want to talk about it".
Castiel followed her out of the house. They walked around the town, enjoying their time together until Castiel stopped and listened.
"Cass, what is it?" Celeste asked.
"Dean". He grabbed her arm and they both appeared outside a hotel.
"Warn a girl before you do that".
"Prayer is a sign of faith. This is a good thing, Dean", Castiel said approaching him.
"So does that mean you'll help me?"
"I'm not sure what I can do".
"Drag Sam out of here, now. Before Lilith shows up".
"It's a prophecy. I can't interfere. And neither can Celeste".
"You have tested me and thrown me every which way. And I have never asked for anything. Not a damn thing. But now I'm asking. I need your help. Please".
"What you're asking, it's... not within my power to do", Castiel said, trying to make Dean understand.
"Why? 'Cause it's "divine prophecy"?"
"Yes".
"So, what – We're just supposed to sit around and, and wait for it to happen?" Dean asked, his voice getting louder.
"I'm sorry".
"Screw you. You and your mission. Your God. If you don't help me now, then when the time comes and you need me... don't bother knocking". Dean turned and walked away from the angel and the young nephilim.
Castiel turned around. "Dean".
"What?!"
"You must understand why I can't intercede. Prophets are very special. They're protected".
"I get that".
"If anything threatens a prophet, anything at all, an archangel will appear to destroy that threat. Archangels are fierce. They're absolute. They're heaven's most terrifying weapon".
Celeste turned her head away from the two males. Castiel could sense her discomfort.
"And these archangels, they're tied to prophets?" Dean asked.
"Yes", Castiel said.
"So if a prophet was in the same room as a demon..."
"Then the most fearsome wrath of heaven would rain down on that demon. Just so you understand...why I can't help".
"Thanks, Cas".
"Good luck".
Dean got in his Impala and drove off.
Castiel turned to Celeste who still had her head turned away. He reached over and grasped her chin in his hand, turning her head to face him. "Celeste?"
"It's nothing".
"Please talk to me".
"Gabriel isn't like that. He's not absolute. He left heaven ages ago. Sure...when he gets mad he can be scary, but he's not as bad as Lucifer, Michael, or Raphael".
Castiel took her in his arms as she clutched onto his trench coat. "Everything will be okay".
"You don't have to lie to me".
"I would never lie to you. As long as I am alive, nothing will harm you".
"Guess you really are my guardian angel".
Castiel smiled and set his head on hers. "I should get you home. Before Gabriel starts to worry".