Imagine meeting Chuck for the first time.

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"This is seriously freaky guys," you say as you flip through the first Supernatural book by some dude named Carver Edlund who's actual name is Chuck Shurley. The books are eerily accurate, which is a bit frightening.

"Wow, really?" You ask as you read the bit where Dean asked if the apple pie was 'freaking worth it' when tied to a tree and about to be sacrificed to a demi-god thing.

You look at Dean through the rear-view mirror, "'Hope your apple pie is freaking worth it?'"

"What would you have said?" He retorts, adjusting his grip on the steering wheel.

Chuckling, you flip ahead a few pages, "Not that."

Silence fills the Impala as you continue reading about your lives. Something catches your eye. Every time you're mentioned you're described as beautiful, caring, and strong. Sure, those are characteristics that you have, but they're buried underneath many other undesirable traits like stubbornness and the occasional bout of foolhardiness.

"Hey, Sam, you read these right?"

"Yeah, why?"

You pause for a second, contemplating your next words, "Does it seem a bit off in its portrayal of me?"

Sam laughs, "What do you mean?"

"Well, it makes me sound awesome."

Dean chuckles, "You are awesome, what are you talking about?"

You look out the window in embarrassment, "Thanks, but I mean it makes me sound... sexy."

The car jolts to the side suddenly, a result of a shocked Dean taking in what I just said. Sam coughs awkwardly as you fidget in the backseat.

Being Sam and Dean's young sister, they are very protective of you. You've never even been on a date before, mainly because you haven't met the right guy and anyone who's ever shown interest has been scared off by your imposing brothers.

"Well, I honestly don't even know what to say to that," Dean chuckles nervously and glances in Sam's direction.

"Uh, Y/n, you know you're, um, beautiful-" Sam starts awkwardly, trying to encourage you.

Dean cuts in, "Yeah, you're hot, I mean, if you weren't my sister...You know I'm just gonna shut up now."

"Um, thanks I guess?" You say, before turning back to the book.

They nod and go back to talking about other things as you read silently.

~

Finally, you reach the house of Chuck Shurley. It's a nice, typical looking house. With a sigh, you exit the car and walk up the path to the front door. You pause, waiting for your brothers to catch up, before ringing the doorbell.

A bearded man wearing a striped robe opens the door.

"Chuck Shurley?" Dean asks just as the door opens.

"The Chuck Shurley that wrote the Supernatural books?" Sam questions.

The man tilts his head before quickly glancing at you, "Maybe. Why?"

"I'm Dean, this is Sam, and this is Y/n." Dean names us off, looking at each of you in turn. "The Dean, Sam, and Y/n you've been writing about."

Chuck pursues his lips, smirks and nods before shutting the door right in your faces. Sam clears his throat while you press the doorbell again. Irritated at having the door slammed in your faces, you fidget and wait for him to answer again.

Chuck opens the door again, "Look, uh, I appreciate your enthusiasm." He waves his hand before resting it against the door, "Really, I do. It's always nice to hear from the fans."

You, Sam, and Dean fix cold stares upon the writer.

"But, uh, for your own good, I strongly suggest you get a life." He starts to shut the door again, but you stop him.

"See, here's the thing. We have a life. You've been using it to write your books." You step forward and walk past the author, your brothers close behind.

"Now, this isn't funny!" Chuck protests as he backs away from us.

"Darn straight it's not funny," Dean states, moving closer to him in a threatening matter.

Sam explains, "Look, we just wanna know how you're doing it."

"I'm not doing anything!"

"You a hunter?"

Chuck looks around in confusion, "No, I'm a writer."

"Then how do you know so much about demons? Tulpas? Changelings?" Dean doesn't stop his onslaught of questions even as the terrified writer backs up further.

He falls back onto the couch, "Is this a Misery thing? Oh gosh, it is, isn't it? It's a Misery thing!"

You shake your head, "This isn't a Misery thing, okay. We're not fans."

"Then what do you want!?" He yells.

"I'm Sam, this is Dean, and this is Y/n," Sam answers slowly.

"Sam, Dean, and Y/n are fictional characters! I made them up! They're not real!" He protests, looking at you as if you're all insane.

You clench your teeth in frustration and look to your brothers who look equally as perplexed. It takes a while, but you eventually convince him that you're the real deal by telling him your last name.

"Wow, it really is you," he says sitting down in shock.

You nod and sit down next to him, "Yup."

"There's only one explanation - I'm a god. I'm a cruel, capricious god! I am so sorry for making your lives hell!" He groans as you and your brothers roll your eyes.

"Chuck, you're not god," Dean says.

You keep talking to him and find his newest draft. Dean is determined to not let anything that he prophesied come to pass. Sam and Dean decide to leave, but you insist on staying with Chuck.

"Y/n," Dean glowers at you.

You glare back at him, "Dean."

"You can't stay here-"

"Yes I can, and I am. I can take care of myself. Besides, someone needs to keep an eye on him," you look pointedly at Chuck.

Dean finally agrees, and they head off, leaving you and the writer alone in the house.

"So, uh, these visions give you a headache?" You initiate conversation.

Chuck nods, "Yeah."

"That really sucks..."

He nods, nervously looking at you before looking away again. You clear your throat and fidget. He sits on the couch across from where you sit on an armchair.

"It's, uh, it's weird to meet you. You know?"

You chuckle, "Tell me about it. Here I am, talking to the guy that probably knows me better than even my own brothers do."

"Yeah," he laughs a bit. "That is an upside to the whole ordeal."

"Really?"

"Well, yeah. I mean, I get to talk to and know someone who's saved the world. Not many people can say that."

Embarrassed, you say, "I didn't save the world..."

"You helped. And you've saved so many other people! You're amazing!"

You blush, and so does he when he realizes what he said.

"You think I'm amazing?"

"Uh, well... yeah..." He replies with an awkward smile.

You grin back at him, "You're pretty amazing yourself."

Before you can think it through, you stand and go to Chuck. He looks up at you, not sure what to expect. You grab him by his robe and pull him so he gets to his feet. Then, you lean in and press your lips against his.

When you back away, he stares at you with a smile plastered on his face.