Chuck stands outside Cas's cabin, listening at the doorway. ( He can't hear any female voices, girlish giggles or lusty moans, but he's still cautious. )

It doesn't occur to him until a few months later to check back in on Chuck's old life. ( It's been awhile since he's done this - he'd forgotten that people pay more attention to where you've gone, these days. )

You want to know about my name? Really? It's not all that interesting - it's just Chuck ( Read more... )

Something I used to be really into - and I mean really into - was comic books. I'd read any kind I could get my hands on - the classic superhero ones, sci-fi, fantasy, whatever. I was a fan.

( I don't just mean a comic book fan like the kids who go around buying DC and Marvel comics so they know what they're talking about when they go to see the newest movie. )

Chuck tries the road trip thing, right when he's starting out with the books. It's basically one long, depressing family road trip, right? He figures he needs to get into Sam and Dean's mindset, to feel how they do every day, driving from place to place with only a cheap bed to rest their heads at night.

( Sera calls it an adventure, and encourages it. )

I... don't know if this means what child-me would say about present-me, or what present-me would say to child-me. What the hell, let's go with both. Completeness and all that jazz ( Read more... )

Chuck woke with a start, gasping for air and drenched in sweat. He winced; the hangover was a bad one. Not as bad as what he'd seen, though ( Read more... )

I prefer Thursdays.

But seriously, I'm pretty indifferent to Fridays. TGIF doesn't apply when you don't have a job. Or when you're a novelist - no scheduled work week, after all. So I haven't been excited to see a Friday since before I started writing.

( tm)

Bleak is a good word for it ( Read more... )

"Hey, Shurley!"

Please don't be talking to me, Chuck hoped. He glanced over at the secretary. Seeing that Shirley hadn't reacted, he looked up warily. A tall guy in a cheap suit was leaning over his cubicle wall, smiling expectantly.

( Another day in the office life: January 3, 2000. )