So.

"Swan Song".

Kind of really majorly messed with Chuck. In a bad way. And a good way ( Read more... )

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. )

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. )

It's funny, the things I see...

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... )

Some things, I don't wanna see.

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. )

Dear God (if you're there; Heaven if you're not),

( I have something to say. )