Pairings: Chuck Shurley x Reader, hints of Dean Winchester x Reader
Summary: Y/N tries to get back to her friends.
Warnings: Language, injuries, Season 15 spoilers, upset!reader, chuck being a jerk,
Word Count: 1,223
A/N: GIF credit goes to @samxdean​
After chuck left, you tried to leave but you couldn’t. The front door wouldn’t budge and the windows wouldn’t break no matter what you threw at them. You were trapped. Realizing that you still had your phone, you tried to call Dean. He answered immediately and sounded pretty worried.
“Y/N? Are you okay?” Dean asked worriedly. “What happened?”
“I’m fine, but I’m at my old house.” You sat down (more like flopped down) on the couch. Your ankle was still swollen and it probably didn’t help that you accidentally hit it against the coffee table while you were throwing stuff at the window.
“What?”Dean sounded confused, and you couldn’t blame him. You didn’t even know why you were here in the first place.“Why?”
“I don’t know. Chuck just zapped me here. He’s gone now, but I don’t know when if he’ll come back.” You then remembered where Dean, Sam, and Cas were before Chuck brought you here. They were also trapped and in much more danger than you were.“Are you guys alright?”
“Yeah, we’re fine.” Dean chuckled lightly at the sound of your worried voice. “We got out. A demon named Belphegor helped us out.”
“I’m glad you’re safe.” You say, although you were still worried about them working with a demon. “I’ve got to try to figure a way out of here. I’ll see you soon.”
“You better.” After hanging up, you put your phone back in your pocket. You looked around for anything you could use to escape.
“So...” you were startled by Chuck’s voice behind you. “You and Dean?” Was he there listening the whole time?
“What?” you asked. You and Dean were just friends. He was your best friend.
“You guys seem close.” You rolled your eyes, not caring whether or not he saw.
“Nothing is going on, and even if there was, it is none of your damn business.” you snapped. You tried to stand up, somehow forgetting about your broken ankle.
“Here,” Chuck frowned when you stepped away from him. “I’m just healing you.” He put his hand over your ankle and slowly the pain and swelling faded away. He tried to heal your shoulder, but it didn't work. You figured it was because of the gun.
“Why did you bring me here anyways?” you asked as you turned away from him.
“There is something I think you could help me with.” You scoffed. He was crazy to think that you would help him after what he did.
“What makes you think I want to help you with anything?”  you asked. If anything, you were even more pissed off than before if he thought you would help him.
“I’ll give you an incentive.” He said. “Help me with this one thing, and I’ll let you go back to Dean.”
“Why should I trust you?” He had given you no reason at all to trust him. As Cas said, he is a writer and writers lie.
“Because it’ll be just like old times.” You scoffed again as he sat down at his desk. “I write, you read.”
“What am I supposed to read, exactly?” you asked.
“Well, I haven’t exactly written it yet.” He wanted you to resume your old job. Those used to be good memories, but now you couldn’t help but cringe at them.
“So what are you waiting for?” you asked. It took a few seconds before you realized that he was waiting for you to agree. “Fine.” What was the worse that could happen?
“Great!” He said happily. “There’s some pizza in the fridge if you want some while you wait.”
“I’m good.” you sat back on the couch and made yourself as comfortable as you could.
“Suit yourself.” he put on his glasses and got to work.
A few hours later, he came to you with the finished pages. After reading the first ten pages, you were ready to be finished. It was honestly the worst book you had ever read. You had read bad writing (courtesy of Chuck), but this surpassed them all. The plot was boring, horrible, and sloppy. There were too many things that were left unexplained, and it was mostly nonsense.
“This is honestly the worst thing you have ever written,” you told him. You watched as his hopeful smile disappeared.
“What’s so bad about it?” He was confused, and it showed. You didn’t know what there was to be confused about.
“Everything.” The more you went on, the deeper his frown became. “I’d even go so far as to say that it was even worse than Bugs.” By the time you were finished speaking, he looked murderous.
“Give me that!” He snatched the pages out of your hands. The moment he had them, the disappeared into smoke.“You want good? I’ll give you something good?”
“Wait! I thought you said I could leave.” He promised that if you helped him, then he would let you go back to Dean your friends.
“You're not done helping me yet.” He focused again on the computer screen and began typing furiously.
Two days had passed by the time he had finished it. After reading the first page, you knew that it was going to be very different from the first one. The more you read, the more horrified you became. You couldn’t believe what you were reading. It was horrific, especially because of what happened to the people you loved. Tears were already flowing freeing by the time you got to the last chapter.
“What the hell is this?”
“It’s the end,” he said with a proud smile on his face.
“No, you can’t do this.” you cried out. “It’s wrong. It’s horrific! What the hell is wrong with you.”
“You’re the one who wanted something good, right?” All you said was that the first one wasn’t good. You never said that you wanted this.“I can see it now… “Supernatural: The End”. And the cover is just a gravestone that says “Winchester”. The fans are gonna love it. Well?”
“Chuck, please. Don’t do it,” you begged, but it fell on deaf ears.
“There, see? It’s making you feel something. That’s good, right?“ This was a far cry from the man you once loved. This was monstrous.
“Chuck, please don’t.”
“Of course, you can’t tell them.” He said casually. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing right now. “I don’t want them getting any spoilers.”
“I will tell them.” His smile became soft and sincere and it scared the hell out of you.
“No, you won’t.” He said softly. “A promise is a promise.” He snapped his fingers and suddenly you were nowhere near that monster. You were back in your room in the bunker. You ran you into the hallway and bumped into the one person you most wanted to see.
“Y/N?” Dean asked. He looked like he couldn’t believe his eyes.
“Dean!” You thew your arms around him as he hugged you back. You didn’t even realize you were crying until he said something.
“Y?N, what’s wrong?” you were going to tell him. You tried desperately but something happened.
“I’m just happy to see you.” Chuck was right. You weren’t going to tell them because you couldn’t. Chuck wouldn’t let you.
“We’re happy you’re back.” You felt Dean kiss the top of your head as another tear ran down your cheek.
“What the hell?” you asked Castiel. One minute, you were both in a crappy motel room in Indiana trying to solve a case and now you were both inside of a luxurious hotel room in Paris.Â
“Um, here. Let me try to-” Cas put his hand on your shoulder to try to take you back to the motel room, but for some reason, it wasn’t working.
“Did I forget to mention that teleporting out of here won’t be that easy?” Out of nowhere, Gabriel appeared holding a gift box in his hand.
“Gabriel? You did this?” Cas asked with furrowed eyebrows. He didn’t look amused.Â
“I know, I know. I’m pretty amazing,” He said, ignoring Cas’s look.Â
“Gabe, we were on a hunt.” You tried to explain, but he held up his had to stop you.
“Don’t worry about it, Y/N.” You gave him an incredulous look.“I took care of it.”
“What are we doing here?” You looked outside again before looking back at Gabriel who was smirking mischievously at you. The last time he smirked at you like that, he locked you and Cas in a broom closet. You both had to call Sam and Dean to get you out.Â
“I’m sure you’ll figure it out.” You rolled your eyes at his antics. “Here, I come bearing gifts.” Gabriel handed the box to Castiel who cautiously opened it. After you saw what was inside, you knew instantly what Gabriel was trying to do.Â
“There is no way in hell I am wearing that” you say.Â
“Gabriel, can you please take us back?” Cas said, as he set the gift on the bed next to where he was sitting.
“Oh, fine.” Suddenly, you both were back in your cheap motel room, the one that had two beds.
“I apologize for my brother’s actions, Y/N.” Cas said. You knew it wasn’t his fault, but you felt a bit too embarrassed to look at him.Â
“It’s fine.” You began packing everything back up before you thought of something. “Cas, do you know why Gabriel did that?”
“I believe it was because Gabriel found out my attraction to you, although I know you do not feel the same.”
“What makes you think that?” You asked. Ever since you met Cas, you had felt attracted to him, but after getting to know him you realized that it was much more than that.
“Because you and Dean-”Â
“You think I like Dean?” You interrupted. You grew up with the Winchesters and Dean was like a brother to you. You loved Dean, but you weren’t in love with him. “Angel. you’re the one I’m in love with.”
“Really?” A small smile appears on his face as you nodded. “I assume this is the part where I say I love you too.”
This is based on a dream I recently had, and I hope you guys like it (or at least find it interesting) - Anne
Usually, you could say that you felt safe with Dean behind the wheel. Sure, he wasn’t always the safest driver (and he did sometimes take the curbs a bit faster that necessary) but never once had you question your safety... until now.
“Dean, what are you doing?” You asked as it looked like he was getting ready to ram right into the car in front of you.
You got no reply as he practically glared daggers and the person in the car in front of you. The car was facing towards you, but wasn’t moving. The witch who had nearly killed you twice (and didn’t seem like he wanted to give up) was smirking as though he knew what Dean was going to do. He’s baiting him, you thought.
Dean stomped on the gas pedal, which took the witch by surprise. You figured that he thought Dean was all bark and no bite, which only proved that he didn’t know Dean at all.
The other car tried to dodge the Impala, and it did, but it crashed right into a pile of wrecked cars. Dean held his arm out in front of you to protect you while he spun the wheel of the Impala to avoid crashing. When the car stopped, Dean looked at you.
“Y/N, breathe” you didn’t realize you were holding your breath until then and it felt good when you finally took a breath of air. You didn’t realize how nervous Dean actually was until he took your hand in his. He was practically shaking.
“Do you trust me?” He asked you as your breathing became steady again. It took a second before you answered truthfully.
“Y/N?!” Not Sam and Not Dean asked in unison as they stared at you strangely.
“Y/N, is that really you?” Not Dean asked, taking a few steps toward you. You’ve only seen that look on the real Dean’s face a few times. It usually was never a good sign.
“What the f-“you were about to say before Not Sam let out an incredulous gasp.
“Dean, it is her!” He said to Not Dean. Before anything else could happen, they both disappeared along with the car.
Their reactions to seeing you were pretty strange (especially Not Dean’s). It made you wonder what ever happened to not you in their world.
I still don’t think Chuck is evil. He’s basically a fan. We don’t want Dean and Sam’s story to end. Chuck’s drafts are basically our fan fiction. Chuck is us.
Summary: In a fit of rage, Sam picks up the gun to kill God. When he accidentally shoots you instead, Chuck decides that he has had enough.
Warning: Lots of Language, Season 14 /15 spoilers, Angry Chuck, Violence, injuries
Word Count: 2500
A/N: Okay, so I know I said that it would be called “This Is Not the End”, but I changed my mind. All GIfs/Pics come from Google Images and are not mine.
You should have seen it coming. He would be calm and happy one second and scary and intimidating less than a millisecond later. There was that, and the whole “soul” thing. He had created billions of souls, yet he claimed that he couldn’t fix Jack’s. Then, there was the gun. The equalizer, as he called it. He created it to be used on his own grandson, just for entertainment. You thought, either he changed dramatically since you last saw him, or he was always like this and you were a fool. Either way, you sure did feel like one.
“Hey, Chuck!” Sam yells. You turn towards Sam and see him holding the equalizer, as Chuck called it. Whatever happens to the target happens to the person who shot the gun.
It took a second to realize that if Sam killed Chuck then not only would Sam die too, but the universe would as well. It was all about balance, as Chuck once told you. Even if you now know that Chuck never cared about you, you still couldn’t let him die.
“Sam, wait!” You yelled. As Chuck turned around to face sam, You took two small steps before you felt something ripping through your right shoulder. It felt as though you had been shoved backwards and next thing you knew, you were on the ground with a small hole in your right shoulder.
“Y/N!” Dean yelled. You put your hard over the wound as you looked at Sam, who also had been affected by the shot.
Chuck looked at you with worried eyes before setting a straight face again. He was angry and you could feel it seeping out of him like radiation. It was suffocating you. You were the one who had been shot, not him. What would he be angry for?
“Fine! That’s the way you want it?” He yelled at Sam. Nothing could have prepared you for what came out of his mouth after that. “Story’s over. Welcome to The End.”
Summary: In a fit of rage, Sam picks up the gun to kill God. When he accidentally shoots you instead, Chuck decides that he has had enough.
Warning: Lots of Language, Season 14 /15 spoilers, Angry Chuck, Violence, injuries
Word Count: 2500
A/N: Okay, so I know I said that it would be called “This Is Not the End”, but I changed my mind. All GIfs/Pics come from Google Images and are not mine.
You should have seen it coming. He would be calm and happy one second and scary and intimidating less than a millisecond later. There was that, and the whole "soul" thing. He had created billions of souls, yet he claimed that he couldn't fix Jack's. Then, there was the gun. The equalizer, as he called it. He created it to be used on his own grandson, just for entertainment. You thought, either he changed dramatically since you last saw him, or he was always like this and you were a fool. Either way, you sure did feel like one.
"Hey, Chuck!" Sam yells. You turn towards Sam and see him holding the equalizer, as Chuck called it. Whatever happens to the target happens to the person who shot the gun.
It took a second to realize that if Sam killed Chuck then not only would Sam die too, but the universe would as well. It was all about balance, as Chuck once told you. Even if you now know that Chuck never cared about you, you still couldn't let him die.
"Sam, wait!" You yelled. As Chuck turned around to face sam, You took two small steps before you felt something ripping through your right shoulder. It felt as though you had been shoved backwards and next thing you knew, you were on the ground with a small hole in your right shoulder.
"Y/N!" Dean yelled. You put your hard over the wound as you looked at Sam, who also had been affected by the shot.
Chuck looked at you with worried eyes before setting a straight face again. He was angry and you could feel it seeping out of him like radiation. It was suffocating you. You were the one who had been shot, not him. What would he be angry for?
"Fine! That's the way you want it?" He yelled at Sam. Nothing could have prepared you for what came out of his mouth after that. "Story's over. Welcome to The End."
"Hey, you okay?" Dean asks Sam as you lean against one of the tombstones. Sam just shot you, accidentally of course, but it still hurt like hell.
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm good." Sam says. "Y/N, are you okay?" you nod your head in response.
"I'm fine." You respond as Dean helps you up. "What the hell just happened." It was day, now it is night. What the hell is the point of changing the damn time?
"The hell if I know," Dean says. Sam struggles to his feet as you notice Cas. He's sitting next to Jack's corpse, and you can't help but feel sorry for him. He was closer to Jack than the rest of you. Even though you help Cas when it came to hiding Kelly from everyone, including the Winchester, Jack chose Cas as his father.
Sam looked at Jack, whose eyes had been burnt out by Chuck, before saying, "Wait. I thought Chuck said that the gun was the only thing that could..." He was referring to when Chuck said that the gun was the only thing that could kill Jack. That obviously wasn't the case, since he killed Jack no problem.
"He's a writer," Cas managed to say. "Writers lie." Not long after those words left Cas's mouth, you heard a popping sound. Looking around to see if anyone else heard it, you figured out that you weren't alone. It happened several more times, and that was when you noticed the things popping out from the ground. Is this what Chuck meant when he said, "Welcome to the End?"
"What the hell is happening?!" Dean said. He looked at you, so you shrugged your shoulders. You had no idea what was happening.
"Cas?" You asked. You figured that out of everyone, that he'd have a better idea. Honestly, you were mostly wanting Chuck to show up again so that you could beat the living crap out of him.
"Souls." He said. "They're souls from - from Hell."
"Shit." You say. Several more souls shot up from the ground, then something else happened. Lighting struck some, more like several, of the graves. The dead began rising, and you could tell you were all screwed. It actually wasn't that hard to figure out.
The zombies, for lack of a better word, began approaching you guys. You notice Cas taking out his angel blade. You suddenly wished that you had your sword, but today had been a really stressful day. Before you could realize that Dean had walked away in the first place, he was handing you a rusty iron rod that was probably from one of the fences. He handed one to you, then Sam, and he had one for himself as well.
The zombies get closer until they finally decide to attack. You swat the rod at one of the zombies. The almost fell over, so you took the chance to stab them with the rod, which actually did make them fall. You fought two more zombies before, hearing Cas call out all of your names. He picked up Jack's body and began running away from where you all were standing. You took that as your cue to follow.
Sam seemed to notice something, although it was probably because he was a giant and taller than you. He yelled, "Dean, this way!" Suddenly, you felt something grab onto your ankle. You looked down and then you felt it snap.
Dean heard you cry out in pain and smashed his foot onto the zombie's head. He picked you up bridal-style and began running behind Sam and Cas. You guys were pretty surrounded. You looked at Sam, and if it were just a normal day, you would have laughed at how Sam shoved one of the zombies over, causing it to fall and lay there. Â You guys ran inside of a mausoleum. Dean gently set you down while Sam barricaded the door.
"Y/N, are you okay?" Dean asked. You nodded your head before he checked your ankle. You winced as soon as his fingers brushed it. He gave you an apologetic look, before refocusing his attention on your ankle. He examined it with a frown before sighing.
"It's broken." He says as he pats your shoulder.
"Figures." you scoff. This was the worst time to break your ankle. You felt helpless.
"Here." he finds some pieces of clothing in one of the corners. he grabs one of them and tries tears it to shreds. Once he finally succeeds, he wraps it around your ankle. He holds out his hand for you to grab. You take it because you needed something to hold on to. He was being as gentle as he could, but it still hurt. You were sure that you were hurting his hand by how hard you were squeezing it. If it did hurt him, he kept it to himself.
He stands back up and examines the room you guys are in. Then he looks down at Jack. "He didn't deserve this," he said. You completely agreed.
"Cas, is he here? C-C-Can you... Can you...?" Sam asked.
"I don't think so," Cas said. He looked downright miserable and he had every right to be.
"So, what? Chuck throws friggin' zombies at us now?!" Said dean angrily. He looked pissed, and although he usually never gets angry at you, you felt it. You were about to say something but Sam spoke up before you did,
"I don't know if they're zombies, Dean," he said, "I think... I think whenever the souls came up from Hell that they... they just..." You understood where he was coming from. You were about to respond, but Dean beat you to it.
"They what? Just jumped into the nearest body?" He said. You figured that if you wanted to speak, you had to do it fast.
"It makes sense," you said. "They're souls from hell. Those bodies probably aren't theirs." Dean nodded his head in understanding while Sam looked at you and your ankle with a worried expression. Today just wasn't your day.
First, your first love showed up out of nowhere. He had the nerves to bring back old memories of the two of you. Then, he betrayed you. Then, he killed someone you cared deeply about. One of your best friends accidentally shot you. Afterwards, he set a bunch of zombies on you and you broke your ankle. Well, technically the "zombie-like" creature did, but that's beside the point.
"Is that door really going to hold?" You ask. The way the barricaded it didn't look very stable. It looked like one push would cause the torch to fall and allow the ghosts to come barging in here.
"The doors are banded iron, so... I hope." Sam says. Dean paces around the room. You wanted to yell at him to knock it off and stay still, but then you wondered if it was calming him down.
"Chuck... He said, 'Welcome to the End.' What... What does that mean?"
"Maybe it means 'Welcome to the end'?" Dean gave you a Sam level bitch face before he continued pacing.
"Cas? Come on, man! Ideas! Can you smite our way out of here?" He asked.
"No. You saw them. I would be overwhelmed, Dean. I... I don't know. They... They're ghosts, technically. Maybe... Maybe we can burn their bones?" Cas suggested. You thought about it, but then you realized the flaw in that plan.
"Burn their bones? Cas, their bodies could be anywhere." Sam said. They needed to give Cas a break. He's hurting, Dean's hurting, Sam's hurting. Everybody's hurting.
"Great. So we go outside, we get ripped apart. We stay in here, w-what, starve to death?!" He says standing next to where your sitting.
"Well, I wouldn't starve." Way to go, Cas, for stating the obvious.
"Well, good for you. Good. Son of a bitch. Chuck. Man, I knew it." He said. You slightly winced as soon as Chuck's name was said, but luckily nobody noticed... except Sam. "I knew he would do something like this. He's always so squirrelly, you know, with the... with the... the robe and the beard and... the smile that's, like, half-nice, half I'm gonna rip your throat out. 'Oh, let me play you a song.' Ugh!" What Dean said was true. In the past, Chuck didn't seem as bipolar as he did today. It actually made you feel pretty uncomfortable when he yelled at Dean, then he smiled and snapped you guys back to the bunker. Your ankle began to feel uncomfortable.
"Damnit. I think my ankle is swelling," you say capturing Dean’s attention. He kneeled next to you so that he could help.
"Here, let me look at it,” He said as he tried to get a good look at your ankle.
"It's fine. I can- What the hell!" You yelled. You were no longer in the mausoleum with Sam, Dean, and Cas. You looked around the familiar room, and quickly recognized where you were. This was Chuck's living room, or at least it used to be before he disappeared in 2010. You knew this place all too well. You lived here with Chuck, as his assistant, before you knew monsters were real, before you knew Sam and Dean were real, and before Chuck told you his feelings for you were real. What a load of crap that was.
"Hey, Y/N," Chuck said. You finally notice him standing in front of you. "How are things?" You could feel your face becoming redder than the time Dean accidentally spilt beer all over you in public.
"You know damn well how things are." You said. You were not going to let him know how heartbroken you were. Although, him being God, he probably already knows.
"I know. When Sam shot you, I was angry too." He said casually.
"I'm not mad at Sam. I'm mad at you!" You yelled. Things with him weren't the same anymore. He left you too many times and his betrayal was too big.
"Okay, yeah. I admit that was pretty crazy."You looked at him with pure anger, before you somehow managed to get up. You struggled towards the door before Chuck worriedly asked, "Where are you going?"
"I'm leaving." You say. You stop hopping toward the door and you have to hold on to something to not fall over. "I'm going back to my friends. I will crawl back to them if I have to because they actually care about me."
"You think I don't care about you?" Chuck asked with a confused frown as he makes his way towards you. You hold out your hand to tell him not to come any closer.
"I know you don't," You scoff. "If you did, you would have left us alone."
"Y/N," Chuck says seriously as he crossed his arms. It was the kind of look a parent gave their kid before they grounded them."I never toyed with your life. Do you really hate me that much?"
"Let me see," You pretend to think for a moment before speaking."You killed Jack, betrayed us all, and freed all the souls from hell. Take a guess."
"What about all the good moments we shared?"He said, ask though reminding you would convince you to stay. "Like when we went to the beach, or that Supernatural convention, or our first kiss?"
"You mean all those times you lied to my face?" You said trying to give him your best bitch face.
"Be reasonable, Y/N." He ordered. You would have slapped him if you didn't need to hold onto the wall for support. "Would I have ever given you a second glance if I didn't care about you?"
"Fuck you." You said turning towards the door. You missed the regretful look Chuck had at his words. You wouldn't have cared either way if you did see it.
"Y/N, wait." He said as he turned you around. "I'm sorry."
"You said that you've never toyed with my life, but every fucking second I've spent with you is you toying with my life." You snap.
"How?" He said. Did he not realize how messed up he's been to you?
"You made me fall in love you, only for you to go running to Becky when things didn't look so good for you. Then you came back to me and then disappeared for six years. It took a whole year for me to move on! I thought you died! Then you come back and make me fall in love with you again and then you left me again. Now you're back again, but what you did to Jack-" You said stopping before you could say any more.
"Y/N-" He said, Although you weren't finished.
"I wish I never met you." That seemed to get his attention because his expression went blank. After a second it turned dark. You'd be lying if you said it didn't terrify you. That look would probably look terrifying on anybody, but it would be nothing close to how it looked on Chuck. Most of the time you've seen him, he looked calm and happy. Now he not only looked pissed, but deadly as well. He raised his fingers to snap, but he didn't. Instead, He just stared angrily back at you before storming out the door instead.
“What was the name of that girl? The one who is always with the Winchesters?” Metatron asked. He remembered you from when he had tried to become “the new god”. He also remembered how hard your punch could be.
“Y/N,” Chuck says as he thinks of you with a warm, reminiscing smile. He never quite figured out what it was about you, but he never seemed to be able to see you the same way he saw Sam and Dean. “Her name was Y/N.”
“Yeah, her,” Metatron said. “From what I heard, she had you wrapped around her finger like a string of yarn.” Although you had been deeply oblivious to this, you did have him wrapped around your finger. You never really asked for much, but if you were to ask for the world, he’d have an extremely strong urge to give it to you.
“You’re not wrong?” Chuck said. He knew it was true and there was really no way to deny it. One of the reasons why he had left in the first place was because he had begun to consider telling you who he really was. Although hurt him to hurt you by leaving, he felt as though he had to do it. But, maybe, he might actually see you again after all.
So, I know that I haven’t really been active lately, but I came up with an idea for a series. I wanted to know your thoughts on it before I decide on it. I even wrote a small preview. Just so you know, this also has spoilers for season 14, so if for some reason you haven’t seen it yet, then you can ignore this if you want.
The story is called “This Is Not The End” and it is a Chuck x Reader. Please let me know what you think.
“Hey, Chuck!” Sam yells. You turn towards Sam and see him holding the equalizer, as Chuck called it. Whatever happens to the target happens to the person who shot the gun.
It took a second to realize that if Sam killed Chuck then not only would Sam die too, but the universe would as well. It was all about balance, as Chuck once told you. Even if you now know that Chuck never cared about you, you still couldn’t let him die.
“Sam, wait!” You yelled. As Chuck turned around to face sam, You took two small steps before you felt something ripping through your right shoulder. It felt as though you had been shoved backwards and next thing you knew, you were on the ground with a small hole in your right shoulder.
“Y/N!” Dean yelled. You put your hard over the wound as you looked at Sam, who also had been affected by the shot.
Chuck looked at you with worried eyes before setting a straight face again. He was angry and you could feel it seeping out of him like radiation. It was suffocating you. You were the one who had been shot, not him. What would he be angry for?
”Fine! That's the way you want it?” He yelled at Sam. Nothing could have prepared you for what came out of his mouth after that. “Story's over. Welcome to The End.”
