001 | Chuck Shurley | Video

[godsprophet]

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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[venatical]

[ 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.

[godsprophet]

[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.]

[venatical]

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. ]

[godsprophet]

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?

[venatical]

[ 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?

[godsprophet]

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?