Chuck was a royal pain in the ass, and everyone knew it. Especially since he was God, the big G-O-D and he had a penchant for blowing up universes. Turns out he’d manipulated so much of your life that you were unsure whether anything was real. That included your relationship with Dean. You didn’t mean to question it, it just happened.

“S’matter, sweetheart?” Dean rumbled one night, splashing his face with water before bed. Your eyes were on him, tracing the freckles, his green eyes to every dip and curve in his pouty lips and wondered if he was really, actually yours. Ugh, the suspense was killing you.

He towelled his face, evidently concerned. All he wanted to do was to find out what was going on in that pretty little head. He was just concerned for you and your inner monologue.

He tried searching your face for answers, but explaining that you might have been manipulated by a squirrel like Chuck into loving him was hard.

The thought alone was enough to have you both wincing.