His deadline is in two days, he’s been stuck for a week and he has no idea what happens next. So Amara comes to visit.
Amara helping Chuck? Oh this is gonna be good.
“A) yes, you can fuck up her entire sense of self– you’re God,” Amara points out, voice carrying over the noise. “B) You’ve spent entirely long as a human, brother.”
I mean, he kinda does it all the time, right?
Sighing, Chuck makes a copy appear on the table next to her, burying his hands in his hair and thumping his head against the table. “Will you get me a beer? And a clean glass?”
“No,” Amara says, bent over the paper. “You’re God, get your own.”
Nice. I love this brother sister exchange.
“Don’t,” Amara warns. “If I’m helping you with this, then we’re working on this, not me working and you dicking around.”
I know you missed out on a lot, Amara, but dicking around while everyone else does the work is kinda his M.O.
Chuck reclaims his seat and moves the cursor until he doesn’t recognize what’s been written… approximately two pages from the beginning, all of which was setting. “Really?”
“It was terrible and you know it. If you ditch her, you have to start all over.”
I mean, she kinda has a point.
“If you don’t like it, write your own hunter-cowboy bachelor porn.”
“How much porn did Crowley introduce you to?” he asks, astonished.
I mean, should you be astonished? Crowley probably had some of the best stuff just for himself.
“I see why you do this now though. It’s fun playing with other people.”
“Yeah, if you…” Chuck trails off, looks up sharply. “Wait. What did you do?”
Oh what did she do indeed. Something you probably didn’t have the ovaries to do.
This was a fun read. Totally worth it and I highly recommend it. Go read and show Frogie some love with comments and kudos.