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.]

Comments

[servingmichael]

Which part of it?

[It's not really a test, so much as Raphael being overbearing.]

[godsprophet]

[No, no, Chuck is pretty sure this is a test. It feels like Raphael is giving him a final exam he's completely forgotten to study for.]

...The end of it?

[servingmichael]

Which part? Preview of the draft you are working on.

[He's staring intensely and he is, at least, a little aware of how afraid Chuck is.]

I've seen it Chuck, I'm from some time after - Prophet or no, I want to know how much you know.

[godsprophet]

[Raphael is really intimidating and really frightening, and he would really prefer being anywhere but right here right now.]

Oh, uhm. The last thing I saw was, uh. Sam pulling Michael into the Cage?

[Please don't hurt him.]

[servingmichael]

[Raphael's posture stiffened, hands balling into fists, jaw grinding so tightly a molar cracked and healed instantly. His voice is cold, lifeless.]

So you know how it ends.

[For now.

Luckily he wouldn't take the message out on the prophet. But his Father? Yes, he likely would.]

[godsprophet]

[He honestly hadn't thought it was possible, but Raphael got even more frightening than he had before. And that's saying something.

Chuck takes a step back, away from the archangel and his fury.]

Uh... yes?

[servingmichael]

[It's something that would surprise those who didn't understand emotion. How much Raphael buried in anger, the grief and loss and hopeless, the sense of betrayal that still stung. Anger was simply so much easier to feel and control. The rest would have overwhelmed him.]

I haven't told Lucifer. I'm sure he knows some of it, but I haven't told him.

[Lucifer loved Michael. Raphael didn't doubt that. Lucifer had screwed up - again - and Michael had suffered for it. So it was compassion, mercy, that kept him from spilling the details.]

[godsprophet]

[Is that a threat? That sounds like a threat. He didn't think archangels could threaten prophets. Weren't they supposed to protect him?]

Uh... okay.

[He gets the message. Don't tell Lucifer he lost the Apocalypse. Got it.]

[servingmichael]

[Less a threat and more a warning.]

Good.

Meg and Crowley are also around,

[Demons ew.]

[godsprophet]

[ Ew gross, demons are the worst. ]

Yeah I, uh... spoke to Meg.

Crowley's here?

[servingmichael]

Last I checked.

[And look. Demons and Winchesters. And Raphael hasn't gone asmitting.]

[godsprophet]

[ He noticed! He was very surprised. ]

Oh. That's.... great.

[servingmichael]

[And we remember what the archangels did to th archdemons, being here is making his Grace crawl.]

It's lovely.

[godsprophet]

[ Small talk. He's making small talk with an archangel.

Is this a dream? Because he's pretty sure this has to be some sort of strange dream. ]

...Right. So, uh... You can't just... zap us all back home?

[servingmichael]

When I tried to simply do that with myself, I ended up out in the woods, little more than human. And there's a great deal out there which will eat you. You can't get too close to the boundaries, or your wings get clipped.

Not that it's much of a problem for you.

[Raphael had had a major freak out over it thought.]

[godsprophet]

Uh, no, I don't... have wings.

[ In fact, he's pretty human. And yes, he'd rather focus on that then the fact that there are things out there that could eat him. ]

[servingmichael]

Then I suggest you stay out of the woods, unless you want me following you.

[Not above sitting on him, not at all.]

Or sticking one of the younger ones on it.

[godsprophet]

[ He nods because, yes, okay, message received loud and clear. ]

Yeah, no, I... [ He nods. ] I like living.

[servingmichael]

Good.

Have you located a place to stay yet?

[godsprophet]

[ He nods. ]

Yeah. Anna said I could stay with her.

[servingmichael]

Good.

[ The prophet shoved into a house with two angels and an archangel - he wouldn't quibble. ]

[godsprophet]

[ Chuck had been worried Raphael would have insisted he live with him. But he didn't. And while Chuck is relieved--living with Raphael would have been terrifying--he's not entirely sure what to do with himself now. ]

So, I uh. Guess I should... you know, make my way there now, I guess.

[servingmichael]

[ Raphael isn't living anywhere, though he's taken to haunting the church. He's certain it doesn't mean the requirements for human habitation, however. ]

Do you know where it is?

[godsprophet]

[ But Raphael isn't a human. And as long as he's content, did it really matter? ]

No, but uh. Anna said she was on her way, so...

[servingmichael]

[ He's not content, not really. But it's something to do. ]

Good. The house is a bit full but there is room.