#spngroupie

[worldsbuild]

closed starter for @spngroupie!

Becky had only let him come along if he’d agreed to ‘help’, so Chuck had said yes, because he wanted to see his girl in action. Now he was onboard with the whole ‘hunting’ thing, it was kinda hot. Chuck sat leaning against a tree, with his knees drawn up to his chest. “Okay babe,” he said to Becky, smiling. “What d’you want me to conjure? Bottles? Targets?” His eyes lit up as he thought of something. “How about something a little harder to hit? I could make ’em float? I’d conjure birds or something, but obviously...” He trailed off. He didn’t need to tell Becky that he couldn’t make anything alive here. She’d heard him complain about it enough to know that. “Just tell me what you wannna shoot at,” he said. “Your wish is my command.”

[venmousbite]

closed starter @spngroupie // crowley && becky.

keeping tabs on every tom, dick, and sally which roamed each crevice had proven to be rather tedious ( at least on his own ) until he had found misfits to do the dirty work. personally, he preferred having a watchful eye on the two whom posed the most threat: the denim wrapped nightmare’s of winchesters. certainly it may have done well to pull more focus on 'chuck' but he had doubts about the absentee higher power. for all everyone knew, the man had been sitting back with a tub of popcorn pretending this stage had not been built with his blessing. a seething amount of disgust formed in his body at the mere thought of the word choices which filled his brain. he was, after all, and always would be a king. a rank in which he had possessed since the former crossroad days, and onto when he kicked bloody lucifer off of a throne which never much suited him.  in the formative years, his former demons had caught wind of that blasted book series and the fans of which surrounded it. never having bothered picking up a copy for himself, though surely he made a couple of extravagant appearances. he came to a small halt noticing the appearance of a simple, rather unknown human from his world. one which seemed to have had an impression on the boys at one point or another ( who hadn’t with the way those two got around ?? ) a thought which made him smirk. there had been no need to hide the sudden appearance which his powers allowed him to do; not caring whether the other would scream. it was a sound all too familiar, like music to his demonic ears. “ I don’t recall us ever having the pleasure of meeting. " his raspy voice said, eyes narrowing. out of all the people who had appeared, this particular human seemed to be out of sorts with the rest of the crowd. “ the names crowley. "

[kittyismz]

@spngroupie liked for an event starter!

kitty sighed, sitting next to the other. "this whole thing is fun and all --- but i wanna be out there playing and having fun."

[worldsbuild]

closed starter for @spngroupie!

Nine times out of ten, Becky came over to his place. Chuck didn’t mind -- he loved having her over. But going ’round to hers was great, because he got to look at her stuff, see how she lived when she wasn’t with him. He loved getting that insight into her mind. Seeing what new books she’d bought since he was last over, how messy the place was, what kind of food she was stocking. It didn’t matter how many times he told her he’d conjure whatever she wanted -- all she had to do was ask -- she still insisted on buying food. It was adorable, and so normal, and he loved it. 

So, now he’d come over after she’d finished her shift, he was sitting on her couch while she made coffee (again, he’d told her he could just conjure it, but she had a whole thing about eating and drinking stuff he’d conjured) and looked around at the pictures on her mantelpiece. He sighed loudly, and leaned his head back against the couch. Man, actually making coffee took for-freaking-ever. He was getting restless, so he stood up and wandered across the room to the bureau in the corner. He opened it and peered inside. What was hers was his, right? That was how this dating thing worked.

There were piles of junk mail... a couple of photographs... And a cardboard box. Chuck frowned at it, instantly curious, and picked it up. It was heavy. Huh. He shook it and it rattled. It sounded like metal hitting metal.

He put the box down again and opened it, and there was a gun lying inside, surrounded by loose bullets. A silver pistol with the serial number scratched off, like something the Winchesters would own. For a second, Chuck just stared at it, blinking, in total disbelief. Then he gestured in a quick upwards motion, and made the gun fly out of the box and hang in the air, revolving slowly so he could look at it from all angles. Yep. It was a real gun. Not a prop, or a toy. An actual gun. In Becky’s house. He reached out and plucked it from the air, and held it in one hand, just staring. Where had she got it? What the heck was she doing with it? 

“... Becky?” he called to her, not tearing his gaze away from the gun. “Could you come in here for a second?” He paused, and then added, in a sharper tone, “Now!” And, when he heard her footsteps, he looked up and raised his eyebrows at her, holding the gun out loosely by the handle, between his forefinger and thumb, so she could see it. “D’you wanna tell me why you have a gun?”

[worldsbuild]

@spngroupie​

He’d screwed up. He’d really screwed up. Chuck sat on the couch with his head in hands, and closed his eyes. He couldn’t freaking do this. Any of it. The normal, boring, human stuff. What was he thinking, getting all excited because he could be an author again, because he wanted to tell his story, and Dean had given him the one thing he thought he wanted more than anything else? Well... He had wanted it, but he didn’t anymore. As soon as the kid had stood up, Chuck knew he’d made a mistake. And he wanted time. Time to work this out, to think, to let off steam. But he couldn’t leave this freaking town. He was stuck here.

He conjured a cup of tea, and then glared at it for a few seconds, and snapped it away. He conjured a glass of wine, and made it disappear. Jeez, everything seemed corny. He’d texted Becky half an hour ago -- cm ovr. need 2 💬 -- and he’d been waiting for her in the living room since then, like a total loser. She was probably freaking out. Of course she was freaking out. He’d picked up his phone several times after that, and tried to text her again, to tell her not to worry, but everything sounded dumb, so he’d eventually just teleported the phone upstairs, so he would quit messing with it.

He heard the front door open, and stood up, blinking owlishly. “Becks, I’m in here!” he called, and he started talking as soon as she walked through the door. “Okay, don’t panic -- I know that text was... weird. But -- listen. Remember how I said things were gonna be different this time around, now you know I’m God?” He barely paused for a breath, just kept going, feeling like a total idiot, staring at her. “Well, I kinda... did something. And it’s bad. Like... really bad. I mean, not world-ending bad, so... try to remember that, okay?” He managed a weak smile that didn’t meet his eyes. “But, look, the point is, I figured I’d tell you before Dean did, ‘cause it’s better coming from me.” He stopped talking. “D’you wanna... uh... maybe sit down?”

[worldsbuild]

for @spngroupie​!

Being with Becky this time around was different. For the first time, she knew who he really was, and she hadn’t run away. Heck, she liked it. She wasn’t a fan of teleporting, but everything else? He was showing her his powers slowly -- he didn’t wanna freak her out -- but so far, she’d be impressed, in awe, and he couldn’t remember the last time someone had that reaction. Sam and Dean had always been disappointingly blase about his powers, or annoyingly demanding. But Becks? She was the right amount of awestruck, impressed, and excited. He liked that.

So, when she arrived at the coffeehouse, he hardly waited for her to sit down before he said, “I made you something.” He waved his hand dismissively at the other customers, who weren’t listening, and even if they were, this sounded totally normal. “Don’t worry about them. No one’s listening. Just... Look. Close your eyes and hold out your hands, okay?” He smiled at her excitedly. One thing he hadn’t counted on, dating Becky again, was how fun it would be to try this whole ‘normal dating’ thing.

[worldsbuild]

closed starter for @spngroupie!

Obviously, Chuck had been watching Becky. It was easy to keep an omniscient eye on her. He didn’t have all his powers, but he kept tabs on her, made sure she was safe. She was still mad at him for leaving, but he missed her. And sure, this whole mafia thing was kinda fun, but what he wanted -- more than anything -- was Becky back in his life. It wasn’t safe for her, in the Carrow’s gang. Whatever her reasoning for joining them, Chuck hated it. He wanted her out of there.

So, he waited ’til she was alone, and he teleported to the entrance of the alley she was walking down. He didn’t want to give her a heart attack. Jeez, it was so freaking dark. That was one thing he hadn’t missed about the 1920′s. Everything was lit by gas lamps and candles. He could hardly see Becky down the alley, but he knew it was her. He squinted into the gloom, and walked into the alley after her. “Hey Becks,” he said, casually, as if seeing her again didn’t mean anything to him, as if it didn’t hurt. “How you holding up?”

[irresistiibles]

@spngroupie​ / becky & max

max couldn’t help but flinch at the sound of thunder, the coffee cup in her hands spilling slightly down the side. “shit.” she muttered, quickly reaching for some napkins as she wiped everything up before there could be much proof of her mistake. she hadn’t actually planned on staying in the coffee shop long, but then the rain started, fast and sudden, and now she was certain she’d stayed at her table for over an hour. she even had an umbrella with her, but the idea of stepping out into the storm, shielded or not, made her heart pound in her ribcage, and she was considering staying till closing if she had to in order to search for an opening to go out when it had stopped, or at least slowed. she sighed, taking a sip from the cup, her second drink now as sitting with an empty one had felt rude, and turned to someone else in the shop. “do you have any idea how long it’s supposed to go like that? i figured it would be a flash flood with how quick it started but i’m pretty sure those usually end faster.”