cape_kore | 001 | Chuck Shurley

Oh, uh...

[Hello, Kore. Amidst the influx of new arrivals is Chuck. He's got short, curly brown hair and a beard. He also looks incredibly baffled as he squints down at the communicator on his wrist. He's outside, and his free hand is shielding his eyes from the sun. He doesn't appear to be someone who's used to being outside very often. Or like, at all.

He seems to be surprised that he's gotten the communicator working. He also seems confused as to who, exactly, he's talking to. But that doesn't stop him from stuttering on anyways.]

Sorry, I--I'm not exactly sure I know exactly were I am? Well, I mean... Cape Kore, obviously, but, uh... I mean, I was just in Ohio.

[He's smart enough that he knows that wherever Cape Kore is, it's certainly not in Ohio. He looks a little lost and confused for a second before a thought occurs to him.]

Was it---is this the angels? They did this, didn't they? They're the only ones who could do this, right? [And yet, even that didn't add up because,] I thought the Apocalypse was over!

[Chuck drags a hand down his face. He's not a Winchester. This isn't a life he's suited for. He's just a writer.]

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That's an excellent question. I ran into him my first day here, and he's still wearing that first vessel, so I don't think he's from the end, you know? [ Or he'd be wearing Sam, which is not something Dean wants to think about or like, say out loud. ]

But he's not falling apart. He said he was stable in this one. He didn't mention what he last remembered, but he was mostly talking in circles and then he poofed.

[Chuck gives a nod. That pretty much lines up with everything he knows as well.]

Yeah, he, uh. Talked to me too. Told me... I shouldn't make assumptions about angels and then... he hung up on me.

[If he sounds a bit bewildered, it's only because he is. The Devil hung up on him. If this was, you know, normal life, that's not something that would, or could, have ever happened to him.]

So, uh. What's the last thing you remember?

Mmm... My brother and I watched Athena kill Prometheus and Zeus. [ But in actually useful timestamp news... He sobers up and shakes his head. ]

Haven't seen you in a few years, man. Not since the Apocalypse... didn't. [ He pauses, and then decides to rip the bandaid off. ]

There's a new prophet. A kid named Kevin. [ And only one prophet can be alive at a time, so... ]

What? Like... the Gods? [The Winchesters had always been good in getting in the middle of things that didn't involve them at all. But Greek Gods? That... was certainly a new one.]

Oh. [He furrows his eyebrows together. It wasn't like he was used to seeing Sam and Dean every day--okay, maybe if he was extremely unlucky with his visions--but he didn't actually talk to them on a regular basis. But a few years was... definitely a while.]

So do I just... not have visions anymore? [Because he's not going to lie. He's happy he can help the Winchesters whenever he can, but if he weren't to have any visions for the rest of his life, that would be pretty fantastic.]

[ Day in the life. Okay, admittedly he was a little impressed, but Sam was mostly nerding all over the place about it, and it's hard to be super impressed when everyone was pretty much a dick. ]

Uh... Something like that, I guess. Cas isn't sure. Well, my Cas. [ Or he's dead. Probably that one. He'll spare telling him that. ]

[Okay, Chuck has been hearing things about Castiel. Meg wouldn't tell him much of anything, and he's not sure he wants to as Castiel himself, but Dean... Dean should know what's going on, right?]

Dean, what... What happened to Castiel?

[ Ha. Ha ha. What hasn't happened to Cas? ]

Uh... Well, remember how in the time you knew him, he got blasted by Raphael, then fell from grace, and then he got blasted by Lucifer but bounced back? Yeah, well, things haven't really slowed down or gotten any less weird for him.

[ He won't give the details on what happened -- Godstiel, going bonkers -- unless Cas wants Chuck to know. ]

Most recently, he and I stood too close to an exploding dick and got pulled into Purgatory with him. We, uh. Escaped. [ Or Dean did. Cas mysteriously left somehow. ]

And I'm from a little ahead of the Cas that's here.

[He nods. Because he definitely does remember the time Castiel exploded in his kitchen and all the rest of that. He saw it all. He wrote it down, he made it real.

And he knows that things have been hard on Castiel--Meg's told him that much. But Purgatory?]

Wait, you mean... Purgatory's real too?

[That's, you know. An excellent thing to know. He'll definitely sleep better at night knowing that.]

How do you... escape from Purgatory?

[Though, if anyone could pull that off, it would definitely be Dean Winchester.]

Helps if you don't die first. Purgatory was itching to spit me out. There was a rift, or a hole, or something, and I climbed right on through.

[ How Cas got out is impossible to answer and oh boy, does that still keep Dean up at night. ]

Anyway, we made it out. Could be worse. [ Casually brushing a year of constant combat under the rug. ]

Oh. That's... good, I guess?

[Hey, it's not like Chuck knows any better. Although he can probably guess what kind of things Dean has been through. Purgatory is a lot different than Hell or Heaven. He's glad to know that Dean made it out alright. Rather impressed, actually.]

But, I mean... Cas is okay... right?

[ Is he okay? Who even knows? Dean does think that it's good that Cas has him and Meg here. ]

Yeah. Yeah, I think so.

How're you doing?

Uh... confused?

[There were not a lot of answers to anything on this island. And Chuck is used to having all the answers. It's very, very disorienting, suddenly knowing nothing.]

But, uh... I mean, not much to do about it, right?

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