The Imaginary Friend (Chapter 23)

A/N: *throws some filler fluff your way*

The small smut in this chapter, 100% of the credit goes to @dont-hate-relate-pls

“I can feel you watching me sleep, Chuck Shurley.” I said, groggily. I could feel the light shining on my face through the window and hear the laughter of the man lying next to me, confirming my suspicions.

I opened eyes, the face of my bearded boyfriend appeared in front of.

“Good morning, Blue.” Chuck leaned down and kissed my forehead.

“Good morning, Red.”

It had been a few weeks since I had arrived at Chuck’s house, and my mental health was slowly recovering. My nightmares had slowed down considerably, and I wasn’t exactly scared to close my eyes anymore.

“What are you thinking about?” asked Chuck, lying on his left side. I mirrored him as I was lying on my right.

“You.” I said, smiling a bit.

“Me?” I could tell he was genuinely surprised with my answer.

“Just thinking about how I showed up on your front doorstep in about a billion broken pieces. Just thinking about how I don’t feel like that anymore. Thank you.”

Chuck pushed his arms up, leaning up so he could sit against the headboard. I again mirrored him.

“You don’t have to keep thanking me, you know.” said Chuck.

“Yeah, Blue. I do. I just, I just sometimes don’t feel like I deserve you.” I pulled my knees up against my chest, running my hand through my hair.

“Do you remember that time when we were 14, and we just stayed up all night talking. God, we must have been on topics as far off as Mars by the time the sun rose that morning.”

I nodded, laughing at the memory.

“My dad got so mad at me when he found me still awake that morning,” I said. Chuck took this moment to wrap his arms around me and pull me into his lap. “That was the first time you told me that you liked to write stories.”

“I had never told anybody about that before.” said Chuck, kissing my shoulder and threading his hand through mine.

“I remember feeling honored you’d tell me something like that.” I said.

“I remember something else about that night though, Red.”

I looked up from where I was sitting in his lap, waiting for him to continue. I raised my arm up, stroking the side of his face through his beard as he looked down at me.

“I remember that being the night I fell in love with you.”

I gasped, not expecting that answer out of him.

“You never told me that before.”

“I was a teenage boy, Range. There’s a lot of stuff you don’t know from then for a reason.” said Chuck, his cheeks blushing with embarrassment. God, he was beautiful.

God, I was in love with him.

“Nothing weird, I hope.” I said, laughing a little. Chuck leaned down, kissing my neck. I laughed at him as he was obviously just trying to hide his flustered expression. Chuck cut my laughter off with a kiss, pressing his lips to mine as he laid me down against the sheets.

Chuck’s hands started roaming, and honestly, I let him. His hands slid down my arms, keeping a slight grip on my waist as his lips moved down my neck. Chuck’s hand slipped down my waist as he rubbed up and down my thigh. There wasn’t a part of me he didn’t touch. I ran my hands up my back, gripping his shoulders, needing something to hold on to.

I could feel Chuck getting hard against my leg as he pressed his length against my middle, my body immediately reacting as my back arched to meet him half way.

Chuck broke the kiss from my neck to kiss me back against my lips, the two of us continued rubbing against each other, the moans growing louder as our tongues meshed together.

“G-god Chuck.” I moaned out as the kiss broke apart for just a moment.

“I got you baby.” said Chuck, whispering against my neck as he started to form a hickie.

We continued like that for a while, his mouth on mine, his hands on me. For once, I felt like we were in a bubble that couldn’t be popped.

I was his. I was his forever.

Suddenly I felt Chuck slide his hand up, fiddling with the bottom of my t-shirt. His fingers slid up under my shirt, testing a barrier.

Suddenly, my brain shut down, a new-found panic setting in at the unfamiliar action.

“Wait, stop. Stop. I’m sorry. Stop.” I said quickly, pushing Chuck off of me. Chuck immediately jumped off of me, following what I had said.

“Hey, hey. It’s alright.” said Chuck slightly, trying to be as careful as he could. I pushed myself up against the head of the bed, my knees pulled up to me as my breathing was uneven. Chuck sat across from me.

“You alright?” asked Chuck, quietly. My breathing slowed down as I ran my hand through my hair.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened.”

“Hey, hey. C’mere.” said Chuck. He pulled my body towards him, wrapped his arms around me into a hug. I buried my face into his chest, pretty embarrassed that I had freaked out.

“You know I’d never make you-.”

“Yeah, I know.” I said.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed, Red. I know you.” I smiled into his chest, pulling him closer. I liked being close to Chuck.

“I guess this is just something we haven’t talked about, you know. Boundaries and stuff.” I said. Chuck and I sat across from each other, crisscross apple sauce. I grabbed a hold of his hand, taking it in mine.

“Is that something we need to talk about? Boundaries? Or would you rather just want to see where we go?”

“I-I’d like to talk about it, actually.” I said, looking down at my lap. Chuck raised his free hand, lifting my head so my eyes met his.

“Wanna tell me why you just freaked out so badly?” asked Chuck calmly. I sighed, keeping my grip on his hand.

“We’ve known that you can’t, that you can’t exactly see the stuff that’s happened to me over the years. My childhood wasn’t exactly normal. My bodies covered in scars that not many people have seen, Chuck. And trust me, any guy that has seen them wasn’t so pleased by the sight.” I said, allowing myself to lift that weight off my shoulders.

Chuck squeezed my hand, the frustration evident as he didn’t expect that last sentence.

“I don’t know, it’s just new to me. I want to, it’s just new. My brain hasn’t exactly caught up to my heart yet, you know?”

Chuck leaned forward, kissing my forehead. All of a sudden, he just started laughing.

“What exactly is so funny, Mr. Shurley?” I asked.

“Do you realize that out of the entire time we have been in a relationship, this is probably the first normal conversation we’ve ever had.”

I laughed, he was totally right.

“Yeah, I’ll admit. It’s nice not having to think about everything supernatural for a while. It’s nice being here with you.” I said.

“Look, Red. You know I’d never push you into anything you were uncomfortable with.” said Chuck.

“And you know I’d never push you either, Blue.” I said.

“Baby steps, we go through this together. When we get to that point where we are both ready for that, then it’ll be okay. Cause we’re okay.” said Chuck.

“I love you.” I said, pressing my lips to his.

“I love you too.” whispered Chuck against my lips.

It was a few moments before either of us spoke up again.

“As much as I do love you, however, please excuse me as I release myself from the tightness that is my pants.” said Chuck, winking at me as he jumped off the bed and headed straight for the bathroom. I threw a pillow at him with laughter, content that our little bubble was still ours together.

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The Imaginary Friend (Chapter 22)

A/N: Hello! Today is July 14th, 2017. That means tomorrow, July 15th, 2017, The Imaginary Friend turns ONE YEAR OLD!!! Can you believe it???? The ‘Changer’ shipped sailed one year ago tomorrow.

Because it’s the one year anniversary, I’m writing a shit tone of pages to break down into different chapters. I’m gonna post as much as I can this weekend to celebrate. Enjoy!

*CHUCK’S P.O.V.*

“No. Please. It burns, please stop. Please.”

My eyes whipped open immediately at the presence of Ranger’s voice in my head. It was three in the morning, and I could see her trembling next to me in her sleep. She was having a nightmare, and it wasn’t uncommon for either of us to reach out to the other in our head’s when this happened.

I immediately wrapped my arm around her, pulling her into me so close that my head was buried in her hair. I needed to get her to calm down or else she’d wake up screaming.

“Shhh. You’re okay, Red. It’s Chuck. You’re safe, baby. I promise.” I ran my hand up and down her back, thankfully feeling her relax. I kissed the top of Ranger’s head, sliding my hand down her arm to hold her hand as she slept, but stopped when my fingertips reached the new-found gash on her arm.

I could feel the anger bubbling right up through me all over again.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

Ranger Winchester was supposed to be protected no matter what the cost.

But how was I supposed to tell her that? How was I supposed to tell her that I’ve spent her entire life lying to her?

Ranger Winchester had faith in one thing on this planet. I knew that was me. Who am I to make her lose that?

But the anger still remained as I looked down at the woman laying against me, who had in her sleep wrapped herself around my legs and chest. I pulled her in closer.

Ranger Winchester was the most important creation on earth, and she didn’t even know it. I closed my eyes, knowing exactly what I had to do.

It was time I finally did something about it.

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Lucifer leaned himself against a wall of an abandoned building, looking outside of the window as he stood inside. It was late, and the fallen angel knew it, but not even he had much to do tonight.

It wasn’t long until the angel was picked up and slammed against the wall by an unseeable force.

“What the hell?” yelled Lucifer, whipping his head around as there wasn’t anything in the room that could be doing this to him.

“Lucifer.” said a voice. It was so loud the angel couldn’t tell if it was in his head or in the room. But he knew exactly who it was.

“You’re not gonna show your face, you coward? Huh, Dad? Show yourself!” yelled Lucifer.

Suddenly a black mist appeared in front of the angel, in the exact shape of a man. The shame of a fist held Lucifer up against the wall.

“Ah, Dad, so nice to see you again. Wait, it isn’t exactly you, is it? What, too afraid to show yourself?”

“Too busy cleaning up your mess, Lucifer. What the hell were you thinking! You know Ranger Winchester is out of bounds. YOU KNOW THE RULES.” The walls shook as the voice boomed.

“Actually, from what I understand, I just can’t kill her. Trust me, if that were possible, I would have done it already.” said Lucifer.

“You know the rules.” said the mist.

That’s when it hit the fallen angel.

“She doesn’t know yet.” said Lucifer. “You haven’t told her.”

“You know the prophecy. You know I can’t reveal myself until she comes to me.” said the mist.

“She still knows you as Chuck.”

Suddenly the missed in front of Lucifer morphed, and the body of Chuck Shurley could be seen. He snapped his fingers, flinging Lucifer across the room.

“You know Dad, you’ve casted me away yourself. I feel like you could do better.”

Chuck twisted his hand, wringing the angel up the wall as blood started pouring out of his mouth. His voice deepened as he began to walk forward.

“Stay away from Ranger Winchester, or you know what I’ll do.”

Choking on his own blood, Lucifer barely got the next words out.

“She doesn’t know you’re God.”

With a blink of an eye, Lucifer fell to the ground, and the being he knew as his father was gone.

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Sam and Dean were driving back to Bobby’s house after the most recent cast. It was body switching, and Sam was finally back in his own meat suit.

However, it had been a few weeks and Ranger still hadn’t returned. The most they had gotten out of their sister was a text a week ago.

TO: Sam

FROM: Ranger

I’m fine. I just need a break. Let me have it.

Neither brother blamed her, Dean especially after his trip to hell and back. Even he had only dealt with demons, not Lucifer himself.

“Where do you think she goes?” asked Sam, suddenly. It had been mostly quiet in the car ride. The brothers weren’t idiots, they noticed that Ranger found an excuse to leave more and more recently.

“I mean, what happened to you guys in 2014? What made her start to leave more and more often?” asked Sam. Neither Dean nor Ranger had told Sam much about what had happened in the future. A silent agreement had been made between the two.

“I’m not sure I can tell you that, Sammy. I think she just found somewhere safe, you know? We know she’s been having these visions. You heard everything that Gabriel told us; about her being able to see angel wings and demons. Hell, we both know she’s been keeping something from us. If she can’t let it out with us, maybe she found somewhere she can.” said Dean, oddly calm. Sure, he was worried. Sure, he wanted to know what had his little sister so scared.

Forcing her to tell them just didn’t seem like a good idea.

“And beside. Gabriel may be an actual asshole, but I can tell he won’t let anything happen to her.” said Dean.

Dean continued to drive as the car got silent again, but Sam spoke up.

“You know, Dean. If our life wasn’t absolutely insane, taking the supernatural out of it, I would think she had a boyfriend.”

Dean had to stop himself from slamming on the breaks.

“What are you talking about?” asked Dean.

“Oh, c’mon. You can’t tell me you haven’t noticed it. You’re telling me you haven’t caught her smiling at her phone, or just smiling into the air? You’re telling me that you haven’t seen her be happier than ever within the past months?” asked Sam.

Dean had to admit, if Ranger had a boyfriend, what future Dean told them made a lot more sense. Dean parked the Impala in Bobby’s driveway and the two got out.

“Everything alright, boys?” asked Bobby as the two-walked in. They were exhausted and had decided to crash at Bobby’s for the night.

“Oh, just trying to figure out where the hell Ranger sneaks off to for what seems like weeks at a time.” said Sam, shutting the door.

“I just assume she found him.” said Bobby, way to casually.

The items in Sam and Dean’s hands dropped as they whipped themselves towards Bobby.

“What??” asked Dean, surprised that Bobby knew more than they did.

“Balls.” said Bobby quietly. He forgot that Sam and Dean weren’t supposed to know.

“He’s right, she did find him.” said a voice suddenly. The three turned to find Castiel standing in the doorway.

“What are you talking about?” asked Sam.

“Ranger has had the ability to telepathically communicate with one other person since the second she was born. She’s been able to do it her entire life with this person, the angels just began a few months back.” said Castiel.

“How, wait, what?! Why didn’t we know that?” asked Dean. Bobby sighed behind him.

“Your daddy made her swear not to tell the two of you, me as well.”

“Well who’s the voice?” asked Sam.

“I have no idea, kid. I just assumed she had found him the minute she started disappearing.” said Bobby. The three turned to the angel.

“It’s a prophecy.” said Castiel.

Before they could even blink, the angel was gone.

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The Imaginary Friend (Chapter 21)

A/N: It’s 6 AM I am not responsible for any grammar and or continuity mistakes

My eyes sat closed as I stood at the bottom of the familiar front steps, the tears dried against my face from the amount that had fallen in the hours it took me to reach my destination. My body was drenched, a side effect from standing in the rain for, at this point, who knows how long.

“Ranger, you with us?” asked Dean, me not having spoken for the longest of moments.

I looked down at my arm, the long gash still fresh, but no longer bleeding. It was luckily the only physical effect remaining from the torture I had endured.

“Gabriel could only do so much to heal his brother’s injuries.” said Castiel. I stayed still, not being capable of understanding what had just happened to me.

“I think she’s in shock.” I heard Bobby say.

“I don’t think I can be here.” I said in my head, directing the message to Castiel.

“She doesn’t think she can be here.” said Cas out loud. Sam and Dean looked at each other in worry, not knowing what to do at all.

“What can we do to help?” asked Sam.

I sat in the same spot for what felt like the longest time, staring at the gash in my arm that was quite obviously going to leave a scar.

I felt nothing.

I felt everything.

I…

I felt like I needed to get out of there.

I stood up immediately, so fast I nearly fell over again. My brothers took a step back, not sure what I was about to do and no way hell wanting to do anything to push me.

“I... I, my truck. Is my truck here?” I asked.

“It’s right outside.” said Bobby.

“I, I’m sorry guys but I just. I need to get out of here.” I said, pushing past the four men in front of me. I didn’t care what they said, I didn’t care what they thought. I’ve never felt like this before in my entire life.

“Ranger! Wait!” I heard Dean say behind me as they followed me out the door.

Cas lifted his arm, stopping the man from going any further.

“Cas, what are you doing? We can’t just let her go after everything that just happened!” said Sam, Bobby nodding in agreement.

“It’s okay,” said Cas, watching me as I pulled out of the driveway, “I’m quite certain I know exactly where she is going.

I opened my eyes, the scene from the night before replaying in my head over and over again. Without even thinking I walked up the stairs, not really sure what to do at all. I hadn’t told Chuck I was coming, and I assumed he was able to see nothing of the previous few day’s events.

I raised my hand, knocking quietly. It had taken me a whole day to drive to his house, as there were multiple times where I had to pause on the side of the road because of how hard I had been crying. It was evening, and for all I knew he could be asleep in bed.

But it’s Chuck, of course he wasn’t.

“Well hello there, beautiful.” greeted Chuck as he opened the door with a smile. It quickly disappeared as he saw my shivering state.

“Cinnamon.”

“Oh my God, Ranger.” Chuck quickly pulled me in the house, wrapping me in his arms to at least try and get me to stop shaking.

I automatically broke again, the tears now flowed twice as fast as I sobbed into my boyfriend’s chest. But it was different now; now I at least felt safe.

“Shhh, it’s alright. You’re safe. I got you Red, I’m right here. I promise you’re safe.” said Chuck, whispering it into my ear.

I stood there sobbing for a few more moments, just wanting to be with him right now, just wanting to forget.

“Here, Ranger, let’s get you to the couch, okay? I’ll go get you a change of clothes, you’re drenched.” I felt myself nod as he began to walk, leading me to his living room. Sitting me down, Chuck immediately wrapped me in a blanket, leaning down to kiss me on the forehead.

“I’ll be right back.”

I sat on Chuck’s couch silently as I waited for him to come back with a change of clothes, thank God I was shorter than him by a good two inches or else there wouldn’t have even been a point.

“Here, Red” said Chuck, coming back into the room. He held out a t-shirt, sweatpants, and a pair of his boxers I could use.

“Do you need help getting to the bathroom?” asked Chuck as I took the clothes out of his hand. My body was still extremely sore, not to mention exhausted.

“Chuck, you, you can say no, but could, could you help me change?” I asked, my voice small.

Chuck tilted his head in confusion, the concern evident in his face. He could hear the fear coming out of my voice.

“Yeah, yeah of course.”

Chuck led me to the bathroom, slowly helping me strip my shirt off while handing me a towel so I could dry off.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

Chuck handed me the sweats and boxers, turning around so I could have the privacy to change, helping me the best that he could.

“You know you don’t have to turn around, Blue. I know I’m safe with you.”

“Yeah, I know, but I don’t want to push anything that doesn’t need to be pushed tonight.”

I smiled, “I love you too.”

“Can I turn back around?” asked Chuck.

“Yeah.” He turned back around, leading me upstairs to his bedroom, sitting on his bed.

“Ranger, your arm, what…?” he looked down. I could see the tears welling up in his eyes as he could see how serious of a reason why I had shown up.

“What happened?”

I took a breath, trying to gather my thoughts before I said anything.

“We, we thought we found another horseman. Death, we thought we found Death.” My voice shook as I tried to continue. Chuck pulled himself up against the headboard, he pulled me in his lap as he wrapped his arms around me.

“Me, Sam, Dean, Jo, Ellen, Cas, we went to confront Death, but- but Lucifer. He was there.”

“I saw what happened to Jo and Ellen, Red. I’m so, so sorry.” said Chuck, squeezing me tighter. I forgot he could see everything that had happened, everything except what had happened with me.

“Lucifer, he… he tortured me basically. He, burned my insides. God, it burned.” I laid my arm out in front of Chuck so he could see the long gash that he had remained.

“He boiled my blood from the inside, to the point where it split my skin open.”

“Lucifer did this?” asked Chuck, gasping as he looked at my arm. I nodded, not really knowing how to respond.

I looked up at Chuck, seeing the tears and anger in his eyes. But it was weird, it was a new anger that I had never seen before, and frankly it scared me.

“Chuck? What’s wrong?”

Blue turned to me, wiping the tear that quickly escaped his eye. Chuck leaned down, kissing me softly, and wiping the tears from my face.

“Everything’s okay, Red. You’re safe here, I promise. Let’s just get some sleep, okay? I can tell you need the rest, and we can talk more in the morning.”

I nodded, sliding under the covers next to him as I laid my head my head on his chest, Chuck wrapped his arm around me.

“I love you so much, Blue.”

“I love you too Red, I love you too. Just get some sleep.” He kissed the top of my head.

I closed my eyes, about to drift off. But before I fell asleep, I heard Chuck whisper something that I probably wasn’t supposed to hear.

“I’ll take care of it. It will be over soon.”