•.¸♡ Headcanons for being besties with Chuck♡¸.•
GN!Reader x Chuck (platonic but could be romantic)
Featuring: Castiel, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Lucifer, Gabriel, Balthazar, Michael
Summary: Being the best friend of God was a strange situation to be in, especially on family nights.
Warnings: fluff, allusion to the reader being bisexual but not stated explicitly, swearing.
Word Count: 1.5k
A/n: I watched season 11 and I actually really liked Chuck so I wrote these, I hope you enjoy! For more headcanons, fake texts, fics and drabbles check out my Masterlists!
｡⋆𖦹.❀ You'd sit together in the war room, feet on the table and passing containers of Chinese food back and forth while watching Netflix on Sam's laptop. You took Dean's first but there were just way too many…. things, on there. You were shocked that he didn't have any viruses at the point really. You'd sit there for hours watching all sorts of crap, occasionally Cas would pop in and you'd watch trashy reality TV with him.
｡⋆𖦹.❀ You've got matching mismatched socks. You were on a bacon, donuts and Chinese food run when you spotted the most hideous fluffy socks by the register. One pair was toxic green with purple and yellow squiggles and the other was red with blue, orange and pink polka dots. You bought them immediately. You wore them all the time, one of each pair for either of you. The second Dean walked through the door and saw the two of you, he stopped himself, reminded himself of who Chuck was and walked away without a single word. You and Chuck cackled.
｡⋆𖦹.❀ Everyone always wanted to know the big "why?"s. Why did he create the universe? Why did he cause disease and famine? Why did he flood everything? But you didn't. Not that much at least. You had a few questions at the beginning of course, but not as many and not nearly as annoying as most people. After you asked a couple of your big ones, you moved onto small ones. Why did he pick "Chuck"? If he could be literally anyone, why Chuck? What did he do as Chuck besides writing the Supernatural books? You asked him about his travels, what it was like exploring the world he created. That's why you were his favourite of his creations, you asked about him, not God.
｡⋆𖦹.❀ He loved talking about his time spent travelling. He told you about his favourite places, little hidden beaches in Monaco, the best bakery in Belgium, the most beautiful museum in France, surprisingly, not the Louvre. You spit out your beer when he talked about his relationships.
"What the CHUCK?! Yes, I am proud of that one. Sorry Chuck but, you, creator of the universe, of everything, God himself is bisexual?!"
"Yep"
"Fuck yeah! Oh, sorry"
"I don't mind"
"If I didn't already love you, I'd love you more now, that's fucking awesome"
"Thank you"
"If only Father O'Malley were here now. Sorry, didn't tell you about him. He was the local priest where I grew up. He was a very classic priest, y'know, "a man should lie with a woman" kinda priest"
"I know"
"Oh right, alknowing, that still kinda weirds me out"
"I know"
"Dude"
"Sorry, sometimes it's fun messing with people, you should've seen Dean's face last week"
"Oh God, what'd- oooh, gotta figure out a new phrase"
"Sam is working on some right now"
"Ah, did you do your "God telepathy" thing?"
"No….? I spoke to him"
"Right, of course, you can do that too"
"See this? That's the kind of messing with people thing I was talking about, I did that with Dean for three hours"
"Wow, you are a rathful God"
"Well that'll teach him for eating the last of my bacon"
"Can't you just… magic up some more?"
"It's the principal"
"Ah, got it"
｡⋆𖦹.❀ You love people watching together.Even though he's all knowing, he blocks out certain people sometimes. Like when you're sitting in the park and you just watch the people going past, you'll make up little stories for what you think they're doing, sometimes you even make up dialogue. There's two people you like to watch in particular, the dog walker and the businessman. They meet up in the park every day at noon. You think they're a part of some underground drug ring and Chuck thinks they're having an affair. His theory is certainly more boring but probably more realistic. But you don't care, this is the new Breaking Bad and you're living for it.
｡⋆𖦹.❀ You both find and come up with new recipes involving bacon all the time. Dean loves it. Sam's scared of how much Dean loves it. Lucifer has a knife again. Cas is over everyone's shit. Life is good.
｡⋆𖦹.❀ You're kind of like the fun aunt/uncle to Lucifer. You listen to him bitch about his dad, you give him advice that he doesn't listen to, you listen to way too loud and angsty music with him, you help him pull pranks, you fear the wrath of God and you repeat.
｡⋆𖦹.❀ You're like Chuck's handler when it comes to family nights. You insisted on having them. You gather Lucifer, Castiel, Gabriel, Balthazar and depending on his ever fluctuating mental state, Michael, all in a room. You tell Sam and Dean to either stay in their rooms or get the hell out of there because it could get dicey. Sam sits in his room and deletes the Real Housewives episodes that you and Cas downloaded. Dean potters around close enough that he can catch the drama but dodge the flying chairs.
Half of the time you give up on being a medeator and just sit in the corner with Michael, listening to him babble nonsense until it shockingly starts to make sense. Either he's getting better or you're getting worse, probably a bit of both. You're quite content there until Cas calls out your name and you come running. Often being met by Balthazar bleeding for some reason, Gabriel attacking Lucifer with some illusion and Lucifer attacking Chuck. You sigh, thank the one responsible angel and lead Chuck out of the room. You don't find out until the next day that good ol' reliable Cas, responsible Cas, the one decent angel Castiel, stabbed Balthazar which started the entire fight. And why? Because he said Dean looked stupid in a cowboy hat and not hot at all. So, Cas was well within reason.
｡⋆𖦹.❀ He changes the weather whenever you feel like it. If you guys are going out and is raining and miserable? Clear skies and LA sun in seconds. You want a cozy day curled up under blankets in the bunker? It's raining and windy. When he wants to bug you, or anyone for that matter, he'll just send down a random bolt of lightning to scare the shit out of you. He once got a little too close to Dean and he screamed like a little girl, apart from the week of death stares from him and Cas, that was a good day. If you're having a bad day he'll make it snow. He knows how much you love watching the snowflakes fall. He'll tell you to close your eyes and he'll put his hands over them anyways. He guides you out the bunker door and pulls his hands away in a dramatic motion.
"Voila!"
You look around slack jawed for a minute before you turn to Chuck. You wrap your arms around him and squeeze him in a tight hug.
"It's beautiful Chuck, thank you. I really needed this today"
"I'm glad you like it. Y'know snow is one of my favourite creations? Next to you of course"
"You're too sweet some days"
"Sweeter than those bacon donuts we made last Thursday?"
"Maaaaaaaybe, although Dean would beg to differ"
You both laughed and walked over to a little picnic table, sitting down and enjoying the snow, sticking your tongue out to catch snowflakes.
｡⋆𖦹.❀ You were his personal editor. He was a little cautious the first time he gave you some of his writing to go over, nervous that you wouldn't like it. But after you locked yourself in your room because he wouldn't stop peaking over your shoulder, you really liked it. A day later, you handed it back to him with a few notes in green pen because you both agreed that red was too judgemental. He took it back with a grin as he read through your feedback, taking it in and appreciating the amount of effort you put in, clearly reading it multiple times. After that, he gave you something every week and always loved receiving your feedback. Sometimes you'd go over it with him, occasionally writing a few paragraphs of your own here and there.
｡⋆𖦹.❀ Sunday services. Or as Dean called them, an excuse for not getting off your ass all day, which to be fair, was true. Every Sunday you and Chuck would claim the couch and someone's laptop, as long as it wasn't Dean's you didn't care who owned it, it was yours for the day. You found something to watch, whether it be cat videos or Jesus Christ Superstar, cause you had many questions. You curled up in your matching mismatched socks with a bag of popcorn and enjoyed the lazy day together.
｡⋆𖦹.❀ Being God's best friend certainly wasn't where you thought your life would end up, but you wouldn't trade it for anything.
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