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Warnings: No warnings, just fluff!
Fic:
Everyone has a soulmate. Death has one; he found her a few years ago, she’s his other half and she gave him an appreciation for life. War has one; he hates losing, but War will let her win any argument. Pestilence has one; she’s a doctor and she takes care of him, he even helps her find cures for rare diseases. Even Famine has one; she’s a chef in a five star restaurant and she’s found alternative ways to keep his hunger at bay.
God knew he had one as well; he’d just never been able to find them. He always kept an eye out, but he’d never found the right person. Prior to the apocalypse, he’d taken a vessel named Chuck Shurley and afterward, he had gone into hiding where the Winchesters would never find him. Chuck had been a prophet and a writer and God had fallen easily into Chuck’s lifestyle. For all intensive purposes, he was Chuck in both name and body; a struggling writer, living alone in a house meant for two.
He enjoyed being around humans, his creations. They were ingenious creatures, each unique in their own way. He took particular interest in the things they’d created; the little gadgets and gizmos they invented, the stories they came up with. Most days, he spent his time among them, walking the streets or sitting in a coffee shop; most days weren’t special, but then again, today wasn’t most days.
Today, he sat in a coffee shop, typing out another chapter of Sam and Dean’s lives. A glow catches his eye from across the street. The soul of this particular human was something he couldn’t ignore. It was bright and pure, more beautiful than any he had ever laid eyes on. In all honesty, he never imagined he’d see someone with a soul like that, perfect in every way; at first, he thought she was an angel. The moment he laid eyes on her, he knew she was the one for him. From across the street, Chuck watches as his soulmate enters a bookstore and disappears behind the door. He knew he had to follow her; there was no way he would let her slip away like that.
Chuck saved his work and shut his laptop, shoving it into his backpack before leaving the coffee shop. As quickly as he can, he crosses the street and heads for the same bookstore that this perfect woman had just entered. He walks aisle after aisle, searching for her until he finally stops in his tracks. Her soul was blindingly perfect. She wasn’t an angel, but she could definitely pass for one. Chuck could feel his heart jump when he saw her, racing faster with each step closer. She was so heart breakingly beautiful that Chuck was as a loss for how to talk to her. Everything about her was perfect from her beautiful H/L, H/C hair to her intriguing E/C eyes to the way her fingers trailed along the shelves.
He took a moment to think before speaking to her, not wanting to make a fool of himself. “W-what book are y-you looking for?” he asks, his nerves getting the better of him despite his careful planning. He shouldn’t be nervous, he was God after all, but something about this woman reduced him to a stumbling mess. His fingers play with the hem of his shirt as the woman turns to face him. She gives him a smile, the most beautiful smile he’s ever seen. Chuck thought he might pass out.
“I’m actually looking for the Supernatural books,” She says, “Do you happen to know them?” Chuck felt like he’d died and returned to Heaven.
“Yeah, um, th-they’re over there,” he stuttered, gesturing towards a corner of the store, “I can show you.” He leads her to the small shelf dedicated to his books. “They’re, um, actually one of my favorite series,” Chuck says.
“They’re very well written,” she compliments, “I’ve read a few and I decided I wanted to read the whole series.” She picks books off the shelves until her arms are full of books. Chuck offers to carry them for her, but she refuses politely and thanks him for his help before heading to the checkout counter to pay.
He was glad she was ignorant of what the world was really like, that she thought his stories were pure fiction. At the same time, it disappointed him. He knew if he told her who she really was, she would think him crazy. Chuck shakes his thoughts from his mind and grabs a random book to pay for before following the woman to the checkout counter. The cashier rings up the woman’s books one by one, examining the cover before looking up and nodding towards Chuck.
“Looks like you’ve got a fan Chuck,” the cashier says, giving Chuck a smile.
“Y-yeah, I guess I do,” Chuck answers, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. He looks down at the book in his hand, only just now realizing that he’d grabbed ‘The Lord of the Rings.’
“You wrote these?” she asks, her eyes widening in shock.
“Yeah, I guess I did,” Chuck says, his blush deepening.
“I can’t believe I’m talking to the author!” she gushes, “They’re amazing!” She hands the cashier the money she owes and steps to the side, allowing Chuck to pay for his book. To his surprise, she stays behind to talk. “I don’t want to be a nuisance or anything, but would you mind if I got your autograph?” she asks.
“Sure,” Chuck says, picking up one of the pens from the counter. She hands him the top book from the stack and Chuck opens it to the first page. “W-who would you like me to make it out to?” Chuck asks, thankful for the chance to ask her name.
“Y/N,” she responds cheerfully. Chuck nods and asks how to spell it, just so he doesn’t get it wrong. His hand shakes as he writes down the inscription, ‘To Y/N, love Chuck.’ He hands back the book and she looks at the words with a smile.
“Have a nice day you two,” the cashier says after Chuck has paid.
“Thanks, you too,” she responds. Her voice was just as beautiful as she was.
“Yeah, thanks, you too,” Chuck says. The two of them turn to leave the shop.
“Stop me if I get too annoying,” Y/N says, “But may I ask what your inspiration for the series was?”
“Well … I … um …” Chuck says, struggling for words, “It kind of started with these … dreams.”
“You’re very creative,” Y/N complements, “And you have a real talent for writing. Every time I read one of your books, I feel like the characters are real live people. It’s like they’re out there somewhere and you’ve got some kind of special insight into their lives.” Chuck’s blush deepens once again as he holds the door open for her.
“My name is Chuck by the way,” Chuck says, “Chuck Shurley.”
“So Carver Edlund is just a pen name then?” she asks.
“Yeah, I guess so,” Chuck answers, his hand scratching the back of his head.
“Well, it’s nice to meet you Chuck,” Y/N says, “My name is Y/N L/N.” She shifts all of her books to her left arm and holds out her right hand. Chuck shakes it, a current of electricity running through him just from the simple touch. He wondered if she could feel it too. His heart beats a million beats a minute as she smiles her blinding smile at him.
“Would you, maybe, like to get coffee with me?” Chuck asks, “My treat.”
“I’d love to,” Y/N answers, excitement in her voice. Chuck takes her to his favorite coffee shop and sits at his favorite table with her sitting across from him, her books piled on the table next to her elbow. She asked questions here and there as she sips her coffee and Chuck answers as truthfully as he can without revealing the truth of the world around her.
It seemed like hours passed as they talked about everything and nothing. They each learned little bits and pieces about the other. Every word that passed Y/N’s lips drew Chuck further and further under her spell. There was so much he wished he could tell her, but he knew she wouldn’t understand and he wasn’t even sure if she’d believe him.
Chuck stares into his coffee, working up the courage to say what he wanted to, but it doesn’t work. The thing that finally gives him courage is the look in her beautiful E/C eyes. “Y/N, I’m glad I met you,” Chuck says, his fingers tapping the sides of his coffee mug nervously, a nervous smile crossing his lips.
“Me too Chuck,” she responds, smiling back.
“Would you maybe want to get together sometime?” Chuck asks, his nerves still getting to him a little, “Someplace else maybe?” Y/N’s smile brightens if that were even possible.
“I’d like that,” she says, reaching for her purse and pulling out a pen. She reaches for Chuck’s hand and he easily places his hand in her palm, that electric feeling running through him again. Chuck watches as Y/N writes her name and number across his palm, the tip of the pen tickling his skin. Her eyes flick to the watch on his arm and her smile turns into a frown. “I have to get going,” Y/N says, a hint of disappointment in her voice, “I’ve really enjoyed meeting you. I hope I see you again soon.”
“Me too,” is all Chuck can say.
“Call me sometime,” she says, her tone hopeful.
“I will,” Chuck promises. She flashes him one last smile before leaving the table. Chuck watches as she leaves the cafe, the light of her soul finally vanishing out of sight. When he can no longer see her, he casts his eyes down to his hand, the black ink of Y/N’s pen staining his skin. Without a doubt he would call her; he’d finally met his soulmate and there was no way he was going to let her slip through his fingers.