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Chapter 32: Never Have I Ever

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April 2015

Fuck.

Fuck... Fuck... Fuck...

Charles was fucking God? Your friend Charles. The boy you had known in primary school and had rekindled a friendship with a few years earlier when he had moved back to Sydney from... Fuck... Where did he move from?

And those memories. Were they even real? Cass sure didn't seem to think so. He had told you minutes ago in the war room. Every memory you had of the man you once knew was jumbled.

Sure. You'd joked about the possibility of Charles being God, ever since Metatron had suggested it so. But did that mean you actually believed it? Hell no you didn't! As if you had been friends with God. Hung out with God. Gone clubbing with... God.

Fuck! There was no way.

You pulled your laptop off of your nightstand where it had been charging since earlier today and sat down with it on your bed. Opening up Google first, you typed in Charles' full name in the search bar along with his birthday. Nothing. Fuck!

Alright. Facebook. You hadn't used the social media platform personally in a long time. It was only useful as a way to work cases with Sam and Dean these days. But now, it was certainly called for.

You logged on to the new account you'd made since arriving in the States. The one you had made to contact your family and friends back home once you had learned your existence had definitely been wiped. Back when you had first met Dean.

Dean... What would he say? He always had a strong diversion to Charles. Ever since he'd heard of him. He was going to find this information entertaining no doubt.

Charles. Fuck!

God really was, a tosser...

Charles' name wasn't coming up on Facebook. There was no record of him as a user. Maybe in a photo, you thought. Maybe one of the friends you hadn't tried to contact yet? Maybe you could find a photo of him through others who you had gone to school with?

But there was nothing. No records. No profiles. No photos. No media. Zilch.

Fuck!

It was Charles. It had to be Charles. Your friend Charles had done this to you. Your friend Charles, was God.

"Fuck!" You whispered loudly, as the tears began to well up in your eyes.

"Not without me I hope." Dean's voice chuckled from your doorway. "What're you doing in here?" He asked as he moved to sit down next to you and peered over the screen. "Facebook? You working a case I don't know about?"

When you looked at him and he saw your face, Dean noticed the tears straight away. His hand moving up to wipe the ones that were about to fall. "If you were going to miss me that much, you should've come on the pizza run sweetheart." He joked gently.

You snorted at that and raised your eyes in an attempt to compose yourself before asking. "Cass didn't tell you?"

"Tell me what?" Dean asked concerned as he watched you, waiting patiently. His hand coming to rest on your back, rubbing it in circles in an attempt to coax a response out of you gently.

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