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[wearinandtearin]

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[paterelohim]

[Oh fuck his life into eight pieces. This is either good news or bad news. Maybe someone can finally put a leash on Sam and keep the damn moose from completely self-destructive, but then again.]

Holy crap. You're here.

[wearinandtearin]

Yeah. Thanks. Anything else I should know, Kolchak? [Clearly this guy knows him too, and that's frustrating.] Who are you?

[paterelohim]

I- oh crap, you- you don't know who I am? [Chuck runs his hands over his face then backs off and yells into the empty room] GOD. DAMN. IT. [Back to the NV everything's fine nbd.] Okay.

So. My name is... Chuck Shurley, and.. three things. One, what's the last thing you remember? Two, I will answer all of your questions. And three- well, I'm actually probably the best person on this island in a position to answer questions. So. Yeah.

It's really hard to explain? I mean, it's just... kind of weird. My involvement in your... your story. But. Well- you won't believe me if I just tell you. You can ask Sam. It's... weird.

[wearinandtearin]

[Dean's eyebrows go up at that outburst and he decides to just let the guy explain himself. Especially after he hears the name 'Chuck Shurley.' Where has he heard that before? When Chuck finishes, Dean's pretty much surmised that this is the Chuck that Sam mentioned.]

Right, well one: I don't have a story. My life isn't a book and if it was, it'd be a bad one. Two: I'll decide what I do and don't believe, so you might as well just tell me. Because when some guy says he has all the answers and then says I won't believe his explanation of why, I'd think that's more than just contradictory, it's downright shady.

So, Chuck. Thanks for the offer, but I've never met anyone who could just answer all my questions, and the dicks who do have answers don't give them straight. And Sam mentioned you, but he said nothing about you being a magician that pulls answers out of a silk hat.

[Yeah, he's not just going to answer the first question after all of that babble about being apart of his "story" and having all the answers. But his tone isn't as

[paterelohim]

Okay, well. Magician might be a little much, but I really can prove my story- it's just... I need to prove it. At the risk of sounding like a homeless guy in a trenchcoat, I need to show you.

[Then he takes his plastic reacher-grabber thing and pushes the NV away, revealing that- surprise! This Chuck guy has a giant leg cast on and is pretty much gimpy.] Trust me, I'm pretty low on the threat level scale.

I know the vague cryptic thing is kind of bullshit? [Deep breath.] But there's a reason for it. Look, I've been jerked around by angels, too. I'm not trying anything like that.

[wearinandtearin]

[That peaks his interest, especially the last part about the angels. He takes a moment to mull all this over. Well, it couldn't really hurt to give the guy a chance, he really wasn't a threat the cast and chair proves that much and his instincts say the same.]

Alright, Chuck. I'm guessing this proof of yours needs to be shown in person, otherwise you would have already tossed it out there. [A pause as he thinks this over one last time and leans back, letting out a breath.] When and where should we meet?

[paterelohim]

Yeah, it does. [Chuck has some reading material to go with it, natch.]

Uh- tomorrow, anytime you're good with? My apartment building.

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My address is [blah blah herp a derp] and I'm in 4C.

[It sounds weird, but Chuck has a method to his madness. Some of the proof Chuck intends on showing him is- well. He knows Dean wouldn't respond well to anything private like that in a public place. He needs room to spread his wings, the precious thing, and yell at him like a man.]

[wearinandtearin]

[And he has no problem with going over to the place of a man stuck in a wheelchair, so he writes it down on a bar napkin with a borrowed pen before shoving it in his pocket.]

Alright. I'll see you 'round noon. [He's strictly business now, as if he's taking down info for a job.]

[paterelohim]

Okay, cool. I'll buzz you up when you get there.

[Ah, Dean. So down to business.]

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[wearinandtearin]

Right. Thanks. [And he ends the call.]

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[It's around noon the next day like he said that he shows up at Chuck's place and rings the buzzer. He looks tired from the previous night and usually he'd just sleep in but this was pretty important... if Chuck isn't yanking his chain.]

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[paterelohim]

[Chuck buzzes him in and opens his apartment door, too. By the time Dean gets upstairs, Chuck has two scotches and some leftover pizza on the coffee table, and he himself is on the couch with his crutches propped nearby.]

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[wearinandtearin]

[Dean takes a couple, slow steps inside, scanning the apartment and his gaze lands on Chuck.]

Well. You look a whole lot taller in person. [He shuts the door behind him and makes his way more into the room towards Chuck. He gestures at the cast vaguely after a pause even though he's itching to get down to business.] How's the leg?

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[paterelohim]

Aha. Uh. You won't say that when you see me standing.

[He grimaces slightly.] Broken in four places. [A gesture at the drinks set out and the cold pizza.] That's for you. Sorry the pizza's cold- the microwave was too many steps out of the way.

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[wearinandtearin]

[He shakes his head a little at the condition of his leg.] I'd ask how, but I'm guessing that's not something you talk about on a first date. [He looks down at the scotch and pizza and gestures to it as he sits down opposite Chuck with the coffee table between them.] Nice arrangement.

[But he doesn't go for either food or alcohol and pauses, giving Chuck a level look. He appreciates the thought and all, but he'd appreciate those explanations even more right about now.] So where's this proof of your all-knowing power?

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[paterelohim]

[Ah, Dean. It's almost refreshing.]

Yeah, hah, that's more of a fifth-date thing. [Or never. Never is good. Never, or when he can be sure that Dean won't flip a bitch over deals with Lucifer and half-angel (Trickster!) hybrid monster babies with former supervillain metas.

So- never.

Chuck casts around for a way to start this explanation, obviously coming up short.]

Well- it's kind of... weird. I mean, really weird. Man, this was so much easier back home. [Muttering:] Wow, calling that easy... Okay, I'm a writer. Mostly sci-fi and urban fantasy, namely... a series about... two brothers who hunt monsters.

[Chuck looks at him uncertainly, well aware that he sounds batshit crazy. He pulls his NV (a collapsible laptop) out and pulls up a random Supernatural file- inthebeginning.epub, an eBook file open to a random page-

"Trust me," Dean said, gazing at the young Impala with loving anticipation. "This thing will still be badass when it's forty."He hands the NV to Dean, still open on that part of that particular story, and tries to

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[wearinandtearin]

[He doesn't respond to the date thing, seeing as the moment's passed and they were getting down to business. Chuck is strange and socially awkward about his explanation and Dean looks like he just wants to rip the whole truth from his throat with his hands already. That is until Chuck mentions his series about two brothers. Yeah, that gets him on edge.]

What?

[His tone is clipped and emphasized in an impatient way. And he's about to say something cutting and sarcastic but then Chuck hands him the NV. There's a pause and he just eyes Chuck for a moment before letting out a breath in a way that says 'alright, I'll play along. For now.' Then he takes the NV and starts to read.

After a few moments, he looks back up at Chuck sharply.]

How in the Hell did you know about this?