A/N: Hi readers! I know it's been more than a week since I've updated and I'm sory about that but I haven't had much inspiration lately. But since watching the latest episode of Supernatural and the oh so epic return of Cas (Yay!) I've gotten the bug again, so here you go. I hope you enjoy. Please, keep in mind that reviews are my only source of income from this story so please help me out and review! They make me type faster and update sooner!

18. Good Luck Chuck

Hannah stood awkwardly in the chaotic kitchen. There was a distinct smell of alcohol in the air which she was familiar with from Leon's bar. She had woken and had wandered around whoever's house this was.

She had found a note from Sam on the frig, Han, will be back by Sunday. Call.

She had rolled her eyes and had returned to the living room and plopped herself on the couch. The familiar sound of fluttering wings filled the room and Cas appeared in front of her.

Cas seemed uncomfortable and she could see that he was…agitated.

"Hi," she said weakly her voice still scratchy from sleep.

Cas did not return her greeting. Instead he disappeared, leaving her alone.

A pang filled her chest as silence filled the room.

Hannah had sat there for who knows how long before she had ventured into the kitchen where she looked for something to eat.

She was surprised that the food that she did find was edible, even fresh. She only thought this because the rest of the kitchen was a complete disaster.

She searched the kitchen for pans only to find them dirty in the sink.

Ew.

Sighing, she placed the sausage in the refrigerator and proceeded to clean and sanitize the entire kitchen before cooking a late breakfast.

"Uh…hello…"

"Ah!"

Hannah jumped and turned on her heels holding a frying pan above her head, prepared to pummel whoever had snuck up on her.

A man fell back against the counter, his arms outstretched in defense, "Wait, wait, wait!"

He wore glasses that had slid down his nose in his fumble. His short brown hair was disheveled and he had scruff on his face. He wore flannel pajama bottoms and a gray t-shirt. There were no shoes on his feet. To summarize, he looked like he just rolled out of bed.

"Who are you!" Hannah screamed, still holding the frying pan above her head.

He straightened and sighed deeply, "My name is Chuck Shirley and I live here."

She pointed the frying pan at him, "Where did Sam and Dean go?"

Chuck ran his fingers through his hair, "They went looking for some woman. They'll be back by the weekend. Castiel is here though. Could you put the pan down now?"

Timidly, Hannah returned the pan to the stove, "Sorry."

He chuckled, "Hey don't worry about it. Oh wow!"

Chuck looked around the now clean kitchen, "I don't think I've seen this kitchen this clean since I moved in."

Hannah shrugged, "I couldn't find any clean dishes, so…"

Chuck cringed, "Yeah, sorry about that."

"Wait!" Chuck suddenly gasped and began searching the kitchen frantically.

"What is it?" Hannah asked, concerned.

He stopped and turned to her, "I had a stack of papers on the table and now they're gone, what did you do with them?"

"Oh!" she turned to a drawer and pulled out a wad of paper, "here."

He visibly relaxed and took them from her, "Thank you for not throwing them away."

He sat down at the table and began sorting through them.

Hannah looked at the eggs and sausage simmering on the stove before timidly joining Chuck at the table, "So, what are those for?"

Chuck looked up and flashed an almost shy smile, "I-I'm a writer."

Hannah leaned on the table, "Really! That must be pretty cool."

He chuckled, "Yeah, I –"

Cas suddenly appeared in the kitchen causing Chuck to jump, "Jeez! Do you have to do that?"

Cas ignored his rant. "Chuck, perhaps it would be best if you told her instead of me."

Chuck's color drained from his face. He jumped up, his seat scrapping against the floor, "What? But you agreed!"

Cas sighed, "I…can't"

With that, he disappeared again, leaving a confused Hannah and a terrified Chuck.

Hannah turned to Chuck, "Tell me what?"

Chuck swallowed the lump in his throat, "I'm…I'm, crap this is awkward!"

He coughed and sat back down. His hands fidgeted on the table. He took a deep breath and looked at her across the table, "You know how you're supposed to have a baby?"

Hannah arched an eyebrow, "Yeah? Wait, how do you know that?"

He laughed nervously, "I'm supposedly a prophet. And well, I…saw it."

"Okay, but what does Cas want you to tell me and what does it have to do with my baby?" she asked, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms.

He groaned and covered his face with his hands. After a moment of this, he dropped his hands on the table and looked across at her, "There's no easy way to say this so I'm just gonna throw it out there."

"Okay." She said, chuckling slightly at his behavior.

They stared at each other for what seemed like hours, at least to Chuck it seemed like hours, "I'm the baby daddy."

Hannah stared at him, "Excuse me?"

*Past*

Eden, Ohio

Libby Cushman sat alone in her apartment. She couldn't stop thinking about the FBI agents she had spoken to earlier. Something was different about them.

Rising from her poor excuse of a couch, Libby grabbed her coat and made her way out the door, intending to find out if her intuition was right.

*Present*

Hannah could only stare at Chuck, her mouth hanging open.

Chuck shifted in the chair, rubbing the back of his neck, "Was that too blunt?"

She couldn't help the dry chuckle that escaped her lips. She looked away from him and rose from the table, the chair scrapping across the tile floor.

She leaned against the sink, running her fingers through her hair. Licking her lips, she shook her head, her eyes closing tightly.

So this was the man.

This was the father of her child.

A complete and utter stranger.

Her heart pounded in her chest, pain filling it as she began to think of Cas. She didn't want Chuck. She wanted Cas.

She opened her eyes and to her embarrassment and horror, a tear slid down her cheek. She wiped it away quickly, not wanting Chuck to see.

Unfortunately he did.

He jumped to his feet and looked panicked, "What's wrong?"

She shook her head, uncontrollable tears escaping. She didn't know what was happening to her. It was as if the emotions she had been carrying for weeks were forcing themselves out. She covered her mouth to hold back the sob that broke through.

Before she knew it she was stepping towards Chuck with rapid steps. She buried her face in his neck and wrapped her arms around his neck.

She didn't know why she was holding on to him like this. Maybe because he was the only one there.

Chuck, wide-eyed like a deer in headlights, stood rigid, his arms awkwardly hanging at his side. Unsure, he patted her shoulder. When she pulled in closer, he wrapped both arms around her, one on her shoulder and the other cradling her head.

They stood like this in silence until Chuck cleared his throat, "Um, look. I'm sorry about how I said that back there."

She pulled away and wiped her eyes, sniffling, "I guess it's awkward for you too, huh?"

He looked down at her and burst into nervous laughter, "Are you kidding? It's not every day that I get to tell a gorgeous girl that I'm the father of her kid, right?"

She looked bewildered, "Gorgeous?"

He stuttered and another nervous laugh came out. He stepped away from her and crossed his arms in a self-defensive manner.

Hannah was slightly flattered, "Uh, thank you."

He sighed and removed his glasses. Looking seriously at her, he said, "Look, I know this is really weird. Really, really weird…but if I say anything that makes me look like a complete ass, I'm sorry. I'm not used to having a conversation with a beautiful woman without making a jackass out of myself."

Hannah saw the sincerity in his face and nodded, "Okay."

He let out a deep breath, "So, I hope this isn't too forward but since, you know, we are supposed to,"

Hannah giggled as he looked uncomfortable as he meshed his hands together suggestively. The corner of his mouth twitched upward, "well, would you like to have dinner? I'm not much of a cook but I think dinner's the least I can do. We can get to know each other."

Hannah bit her lip, almost reluctant. But she nodded, "Okay, but I help with the cooking."

"That might be best," he said, earning another laugh from her.

As the two stood in the kitchen, preparing dinner and talking to each other, a trench coat clad angel watched on.

Cas watched them, a feeling of rage boiling inside him. This feeling was strange to him. He had felt anger, frustration but never this sense of pure and utter rage. No not rage. What was this he was feeling?

He wanted Chuck as far away from Hannah as possible, but why? He knew that this was God's intention and that this must be for the best.

But then why, why did he want to rip Chuck apart? Why did he feel this way?

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