003 | Chuck Shurley | Day 93

[godsprophet]

[ Good evening, Kore! Amidst all of the new arrivals that have been showing up is a familiar face. Or, well, it would be a familiar face if he hadn't been missing for about three weeks.

Chuck Shurley is standing on the edge of town, looking completely baffled and confused. Like he'd just found himself there without knowing how or why, and so he just... stopped walking. He's tired and he's sore and honestly, he doesn't feel all that great. All he wants to do is crawl into bed and sleep for a few days. He rubs his forehead and he blinks down at the communicator at his wrist for a few seconds. ]

So I, uh... I think I was just kidnapped? By... the scientists?

[ And if he sounds unsure, it's only because he is. It's like trying to remember a dream he had years ago - everything's all fuzzy. ]

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[godsprophet]

...Oh. That's...

[ He hadn't yet considered the option that other people might have been taken too. For a minute, he desperately tries to remember if he'd seen Anna or Future!Cas while he was taken but honesty, he doesn't remember anything.

And for a second, he's mad. Mad at himself. Because if he could remember something - where he was taken, what they did to him, why they were doing this - then maybe he could be of some use instead of being completely useless.

He lets out his anger in a sigh. Anna and Future!Cas. It's possible they got sent back home. But really, he's not sure if that's the better option for either of them. ]

...Thanks, I guess. For telling me.

[venatical]

[ That's about how Dean feels. He was taken too, but doesn't remember anything. Both times he wound up going home, apparently, but still; he probably went through processing, right, or whatever the hell. He doesn't remember anything, and the closest he's got to a picture is that Maggie chick's weirdo dream. ]

You're welcome. Sorry I don't have better news, man. You missed the dreamwalking thing though, so... That's something.

[godsprophet]

[ He's lost count of how many people have asked if he remembered something, anything. And he feels worse and worse when he has to repeat just how completely useless he is. ]

Yeah. So I've been told.

[ He is rather glad he missed that. He hates to think what kind of things his subconscious could think up to share with the entire town. He rather feels like he dodged a bullet, even if it means he got stabbed instead. ]

[venatical]

Yeah, well. Chin up, soldier. At least you came back. [ Not that being here is preferable to being anywhere, but it's better than wherever Cas and Anna are going to now, considering where Dean knows they wind up in their timelines.

That goes for Chuck too. ]

[godsprophet]

[ Chuck's not a solider. He's a writer. He sits at cluttered desk in his ramshackle house and he types on his computer. He doesn't have an athletic bone in his body and he's never shot a gun before.

But being in Kore is better than being dead or living in an Apocalyptic world or being tortured by scientists for weeks. But that doesn't make Kore some palace where he wants to be. ]

Wish I'd gone home instead.

[venatical]

[ Exactly. Chuck's the least soldier ever. Dean spends half his time making private jokes with himself, it's fine.

Can Chuck even go home? ]

I know, man. I'm sorry.

[godsprophet]

[ If he can go home, it's a secret he's keeping firmly to himself. ]

No, it's just... [ He waves a hand vaguely. ] ...you know.

[venatical]

Yeah. [ He sighs. ]

Get settled, man. I'll see you around.

[godsprophet]

[ He nods. ]

I'll see you later, I guess.

[ And with that, he ends the feed. ]