God!Chuck x Reader Drabble

((Okay I’ve been thinking about this a lot…and yeah. Here’s a drable about God!Chuck.))

Now that God, or as he preferred to be called Chuck, was back, and living in the bunker Sam was busy bombarding him with questions while the Winchester’s latest traveling companion was sitting quietly. Having seemingly nothing to say.But Chuck would bet she had a few questions as well. 

Finally after Sam had gone to bed and Chuck was relaxing eating Chinese food in the kitchen (Name) made her move. She had had a bet with Dean since they met and she had to know if she was right. But she was also genuinely curious. She walked in and asked if she could sit down. He nodded and she sat across from him. 

“Something on your mind, (Name)?” Chuck asked looking at her with a raised brow. 

“Just, okay this is probably so inappropriate, but I gotta know. You hear every prayer right, like when people day ‘Dear God’ or something it registers as a prayer and you hear it?” she asked and Chuck nodded. 

“That’s the way it works.” he said. 

“So does that mean like when people are having sex and they say something that starts with “Oh God” you hear that too?” (Name) blurted fast, even though she was so embarrassed she had to know.

Chuck paused and looked at her a moment before setting his food down and sighing. (Name) was honestly afraid she’d offended him. Of course he’d have done something to prevent that, like Dean said. 

“After a while…you learn to tune it out.” he said. 

“So you do?” she asked in shock and he nodded.

“Didn’t think it through, didn’t think you all would call MY name in bed.” he said. 

(Name) just shrugged, Dean owed her twenty bucks, but beyond that her mouth didn’t know when to stop sometimes, “I don’t know, I wouldn’t mind calling your name.” she said before she realized she’d just flirted, and practically propositioned the creator of everything. 

Chuck just chuckled, “Which one?” he asked smirking a bit. 

“Which would you like?” she asked, getting her money from Dean could wait, if this was heading where she thought it was heading, she would put that on the back burner. 

“Want to find out?” he asked. 

(Name) grinned, “Why not, who else can say they’ve been with God.” she teased and he snapped his fingers transporting them to her bedroom for a night singing his holy praises. 

ejfoskrfoerfddfbfd oKAY IT’S 2:30 AM HERE AND LIKE I KNOW THERE’S NO SMUT, BUT FUCK WHEN HE SAYS “WHICH ONE?” I NEARLY DIED