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CHAPTER THIRTEEN
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THE TRIP TO CHUCK'S HOUSE WAS QUIET BUT THE TENSION IN THE AIR WASN'T HARD TO MISS. Sam and Dean were itching to question Raven on the whole scar situation, they couldn't believe that they missed the scar. Granted, Raven always kept her hair down not fond of keeping it up for so long and even when it was tied up, they missed the small detail that made Raven...Raven. Not only that but what caught them off guard was that her own father tried to kill her. The two brothers obviously had daddy issues but John never went as far as directly wanting to kill them.
Once they arrived at Chuck's home, Raven was the first one to step out even before Dean cut the engine. Her anger was beyond her and all she could think about was how badly she wanted to rip Chuck's head off for exposing her like that. In all honesty, she should've seen it coming. Everyone that the boys have met and saved was written in that book. It would only make sense that she too was written in the book.
Raven rung the bell just as the brother's made their way towards the stemming female. Sam and Dean share looks, silently agreeing that they would hold Raven back if things got out-of-hand so quickly. The door opened and behind stood a man wearing a robe with only some boxers and a white top.
"Are you Chuck Shurley?" Raven questioned the man in front of them. She wasn't sure what she was expecting but either way, he was going to get what's coming to him.
The man looks at female before his eyes find the other two tall ones, standing right behind her, "Maybe. Why?
"I'm Dean. This is Sam. The Dean and Sam you've been writing about." Dean left out Raven's name unsure if he should even mention it.
Chuck gives them a sarcastic smile and shuts the door in their faces. The three stood stunned for a moment...he had just shut the door on them. Balling her fist, Raven rings the bell again, growing impatient with the man. She knew the brothers must've been impatient and angry as well, after all, the books are about them.
"Look, uh... I appreciate your enthusiasm. Really, I do. It's, uh, it's always nice to hear from the fans. But, uh, for your own good, I strongly suggest you get a life."
Before Chuck gets the chance to even so much slam the door on them again, Raven slaps her hand on the door and narrows her eyes at him. She could feel the anger towards the man building up inside of her, her blood was boiling and her heart pounded loudly in her chest, "See, we have lives and you've been using them to write your books."
By now Raven the Winchesters were inside of his decaying home, the smell of grease and sweat overpowering her sense but it didn't matter because she had pinned the man on the wall, with her arm pressing against his neck. Chuck was squirming under her, trying to rip her arm off his neck, "Get off of me!"
