Seriously? What the Hell!? [ota]

[mnightlevel]

It was supposed to just be another relaxing day sitting in the church library while Chuck tried to write another story-- something that had absolutely nothing to do with the Winchesters and was in no way a prophecy of any kind. He'd had more than a few failed starts that he'd tossed over the past few months. .

But those plans for today where to be

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[veritas_mcmanus]

Having just risen from where they'd been praying, Connor and Murphy moved in unison, tucking their rosaries in their shirts, then turning at the sound. One look shared and they were moving toward the man and the books.

"Spirit seemed to have moved them," Connor said with a smile as he bent to start gathering books.

(ooc: still travel-slow! Order Connor-Chuck-Murphy-Chuck?)

[mnightlevel]

[ooc: sounds good to me!]

Chuck was running both hands through his hair and so when he looked up not only did he look a little crazy eyed his hair was looking all kinds of special, going this way and that.

"What? Uh..." he shook his head, blinking as he leaned down to snatch a few King James Bibles, "Archangel, actually... pretty sure. Giving me a hard time."

[aequitas_murphy]

Murphy was still sniggering from what Connor said, hand to cover his mouth, while shoving his brother.

"Archangel? Oy! Don't tell me they're here too."

Yeah. Murphy didn't look like he believed him.

[mnightlevel]

God was here too. But like Chuck was going to admit that. God was one of us. A scatterbrained, former drunk bathrobe wearing, one of us.

Chuck set the books in the place on the shelf he knew they went. Re-organizing these things was going to take forever.

"Gabriel--" he agreed, "Runs the candy store. And likes to mess with people because he thinks it's funny."

And well, this kind of had been, he supposed. If it had happened to someone else other than him.

[veritas_mcmanus]

... Angels.

Archangel Gabriel. Connor admitted to being taken aback. An archangel working in a candy store.

This place made no fucking sense. But he and Murphy still picked up books. Connor asked, better safe than sorry, "Demons here too?" Trying for joking, because they couldn't be. Could they?

[mnightlevel]

"There was one. Former, she got turned human. But she left. There might be more-" he shrugged, not looking terribly concerned or like it was anything he wasn't used to, "There are also some ghosts, vampires, Greek gods too."

Lucifer was around, but Chuck didn't want to get into that.

[aequitas_murphy]

Murphy gawped midway through picking up more books, dropping some when he had to swat at Connor. "Ghosts and vampires, you say? You're shittin' us."

Of course in saying that Murphy made the sign of the cross.

"I think you've been drinking too much of that communion wine."

[mnightlevel]

"Hey, screw you, man! I haven't even gotten drunk in like... a week." So occasionally he fell off that particular wagon, "But if I was going to get drunk it would be on something harder than that."

And it would be a weird drinking himself and/or His son thing. That was just not right.

"I'm not shitting you. Check out that club Fangtasia if you don't believe me."

[veritas_mcmanus]

Wasn't he a touchy one? But Connor filed away the Fangtasia name. That sounded ... odd. He liked Faith's bar just fine, good Boston girl, that one.

He and Murphy would talk later about this: finding out that they were living with things that shouldn't have been real. Good thing they had their guns.

"Don't mind Murphy," he told the guy. "That's his name, by the way. I'm Connor."

[mnightlevel]

Mostly he was touchy because he'd just tumbled through a pile of books. But he was trying his best to hold it back since they were helping him.

"Chuck." he nodded in greeting, "Thanks... for helping me with the books."

[aequitas_murphy]

After a meaningful glance at Connor, knowing they'd talk more later, Murph gave an upnod Chuck's way.

"It's the house of God, eh? Can't just leave you to do this on your own." He started piling books again. "So, ya haven't had a drink in a week?" That was fucked up. "Good thing you're not Irish." Said in their thick brogue.

[mnightlevel]

"Right. Though if this weren't a church, I'd be on my own!" he managed to joke, gathering another pile and setting it on the table.

"No, not Irish." he agreed, "Alcoholic."

[veritas_mcmanus]

"Might as well be Irish,then," Connor tried to joke. This Chuck was an interesting sort. "Lots 'a bars in this place, though, will say that for it."

[mnightlevel]

"Noticed that. Feel like a fat man stuck in a town full of doughnut shops." It was torture sometimes. But he wanted to be better for Kerai, even if she hadn't really asked him to. Was the principle of the thing. Didn't mean he'd gone cold turkey though. Not by a long shot.

[aequitas_murphy]

"Is that why you're here? You prayin' you won't, y'know--?" Murph made a gesture with his hands, taking a drink.

It was what he and Connor would do but thank God (he crossed himself) that they didn't have to quit drinkin'.

[mnightlevel]

"No, nothing like that." he shook his head, "I work here because I needed one. Father Sam offered me a job here."