Post by Dean Winchester on Jan 11, 2015 10:51:10 GMT -5
"Well...no, I haven't. But "I" have apparently." If that made any sense. Past Dean had only been looking for the colt actively for about three months. Since Sam had popped Lucifer out of his cage and they'd started brainstorming ways to kill him. "See, we had the colt once" he explained, trying not to sound bitter as he thought about the reason they no longer had it. "And then it was stolen." Freaking Bella. No, Dean, stay focused. "We sort of lost track of it after that but it's the only weapon we have against the devil so we started hunting it down again. And I guess I found it." He shrugged, not sure if Teddy would have followed all that. He wasn't sure he followed it all and he was the one saying it.
When she remarked that her dad was obsessed with guns, Dean chuckled quietly. "Join the club." John Winchester had been a BIG gun lover, even before he got all tangled up in the supernatural world. He'd been in the marines after all. After that, Teddy seemed to just sort of space out. Dean took the opportunity to address Chuck once more. "So I take it you didn't see any of this happening?" Chuck gave a wan smile. "I don't see things happening anymore Dean." Dean blinked. "What?" Chuck sighed and lowered his clipboard, placing it on the table next to where the bag of food still sat. "About two years ago, when all this croatoan virus stuff started up, my visions got fewer and fewer. I don't really know what happened. But I do know I'm not a prophet anymore. I'm just Chuck." He looked slightly miserable about that. Dean tried to cheer him up. "It's ok. I like just Chuck." He kept a completely straight face.
"Prophet Chuck was kind of a douche."
When she remarked that her dad was obsessed with guns, Dean chuckled quietly. "Join the club." John Winchester had been a BIG gun lover, even before he got all tangled up in the supernatural world. He'd been in the marines after all. After that, Teddy seemed to just sort of space out. Dean took the opportunity to address Chuck once more. "So I take it you didn't see any of this happening?" Chuck gave a wan smile. "I don't see things happening anymore Dean." Dean blinked. "What?" Chuck sighed and lowered his clipboard, placing it on the table next to where the bag of food still sat. "About two years ago, when all this croatoan virus stuff started up, my visions got fewer and fewer. I don't really know what happened. But I do know I'm not a prophet anymore. I'm just Chuck." He looked slightly miserable about that. Dean tried to cheer him up. "It's ok. I like just Chuck." He kept a completely straight face.
"Prophet Chuck was kind of a douche."