AN: This takes place during "The Monster at the End of This Book."

Chuck had a headache.

Again.

Life was stressful enough when he thought he was just crazy. Now he finds out he actually is a fucking prophet and his head splitting open from the Word of God…

He needed a drink.

Again.

He downed his last beer. Time for something stronger. He went in to the den and reached into the liquor cabinet. His hand closed around the neck of the first bottle his fingers reached.

Was it sad that he could tell exactly what it was from just that touch?

"Hello Chuck" Castiel said quietly.

"Gah!" he shrieked, nearly dropping the bottle in his hands. "Oh, for the love of…"

"I need to know Chuck," Castiel said somberly "Do you see everything?"

Panic flooded Chuck as thought back to his conversation with Sam.

Shit. Uh, ok… think… stall.

"Um, I, uh…"

Yeah, stalling is going really well.

He dared to look at Castiel and the angel's eyes were boring into him.

Wow, they really are as blue and deep as a majestically swirling ocean

That was his first thought.

His second, Castiel was scared.

Scared and…Embarrassed?

Oh, he wants to know if I know about the dream.

Shit.

"Oh, ah, no… there are some things I shouldn--- CAN'T see. Um, private things that should remain… private" he stammered and took a long swig straight out of the fifth of vodka in his hands.

Castiel nodded, relief coloring his normally impassive face, "that is… good to know."

Chuck took another drink.