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.