The road so far || closed
Chuck had been walking up and down his little house all morning, peeking outside the windows every now and then and he flinched every single time the same guy was standing right across the street, practically leering at his front door... as if.. waiting for Chuck to step outside.
His house was demon-safe, but the second he took a step outside, he was unprotected and scared shitless. He waited another day, but that guy seemed to be very determined to catch him and Chuck was running out of liquor. He couldn't order whiskey without risking opening the door to a demon, so he was stuck.
Another day passed and Chuck hadn't slept --no liquor close by-- and he was slowly going crazy. He fought, hard, to not do the only thing he could think of doing, but in the end, he called that number he wasn't supposed to call unless he was dying. "Dean?"
