WARNING BEFORE READING: THIS SERIES IS TEMPORARILY DISCONTINUED, I PLAN TO SLOWLY REWRITE THIS BOOK
SCREAM (v)
utter a piercing cry
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She wants somethings more than herself. She gets something more than she can handle.
// Set in Season 4+ //
Book...
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“YOU...YOU'RE CASTIEL, AREN'T YOU?” Chuck asks.
“It’s an honor to meet you Chuck. I… admire your work.” Cas says and grabs a book from off the desk. I chuckle, suddenly feeling better at Cas’ presence.
“Whoa, whoa, what? This guy, a prophet?” Dean asks. “Come on, he’s practically a penthouse forum writer.” Dean rants.
“Dean!” I warn.
“Did you know about this?!” Dean yells at Chuck. I pinch the bridge of my nose.
“I- uh. I might have had a dream about it.” He says.
“And you didn’t tell us?” Dean asks.
“Was he obligated to?” I ask Dean.
He looks at me. “Whose side are you on?” He asks me incredulously.
“The side that doesn’t push me when I try to stop them from doing something stupid.” I say forcefully.
Dean ignores me. “This is the guy that decides our fate?!” Dean asks. I shake my head.
“He isn’t controlling us Dean! He’s just seeing into the future.” I say as if it is the most obvious thing in the world.
“Rowan is right, this man isn’t deciding anything. He’s a mouthpiece. A conduit for the inspired word.” Cas says.
“The word?” Dean asks.
“As in the literal word of God?” I ask. I see Chuck wipe his face with his hand.
“Like the new new testament?” Dean asks.
“One day these books, they’ll be known as the Winchester gospel.” Cas says.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Dean and Chuck say at the same time. Cas looks at Dean.
“I am not…kidding you.” Cas says.
Chuck exhales sharply. “If you guys will just, excuse me one minute.” Chuck says as he leaves the room.
“Chuck…” I say as he leaves.
“Him, really?” Dean asks.
“You should’ve seen Luke.” Cas says.
“The last prophet?” I ask. He nods.
“Why’d he get tapped?” Dean asks.
“I don’t know how prophets are chosen. The order comes from high up on the celestial chain of command.” Cas says.
“How high?” Dean asks.
“Very.” Cas says.
“Well whatever, how do we get around this?” Dean asks.
