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, but this face is very familiar to them.

"I'm Sam, he's Dean, and you're Chuck Shirley?" Dean said.

The other party looked crazy: "Listen, I'm glad you like my novel, but I don't sign it, accept any interviews, or do fan service." After speaking, without stopping for a moment, he closed the door .

Dean and Sam looked at each other helplessly, and rang the doorbell again.Before Chuck Shirley exited again, Sam said very quickly: "You may not believe it, but I am indeed Sam Winchester. A large part of our life is exactly the same as your novel. , we need to know what this is all about.”

"Are you really Sam Winchester? I've never mentioned this surname in the book. What's going on?" Chuck looked confused: "The characters in my book are actually standing on the In front of my eyes."

"Yes, he is Dean Winchester, my brother." Sam introduced Dean to Chuck.

"Oh my God. Nice to meet you, but I'm also sorry for what happened to you. If I knew my novel would come true, I'd try to write it as gently as possible. You know, your loved ones. , what happened to his lover, and the whole thing about Dean selling his soul to save Sam. Although it’s just to attract readers, you must feel uncomfortable.” Chuck said empathetically.

"Chuck, we don't live out of your novels, you write about our lives," Sam said. "And Dean never sold his soul, and he doesn't need to."

"But it's different from what I wrote." Chuck's expression became more confused: "Let me assume that you have read my novel." He saw Sam and Dean nodded before continuing: "And you You also come to me because the novel fits your life, at least partly. So why is part of it different?"

"That's what we're trying to figure out. First we want to know exactly how you came to write this novel."

“They just came straight into my head. It was a massive headache and then the storyline came to me like a movie clip and I just had to polish it up and make it fiction.”

Sam and Dean looked at each other again, not sure what was causing Chuck's headache, which was nothing like theirs.

"Did you continue to write novels after the publishing house went bankrupt?" Sam asked.

"Of course, I don't know what to do other than write novels. I always think that maybe other publishing houses will continue to publish." Chuck said, and went back to the study, taking out a stack of thick The paper: "These are the original manuscripts, and the plot has indeed progressed to the point where you come to find me, although the specific situation is different from now."

Sam flipped to the end and read a few paragraphs: "It's nothing like what we've been through lately."

"It's a fan fiction I read on the Internet that was written closer to our lives." Dean said after looking at it with his head.

"What's the name of the fan fiction you're reading?" Chuck put down the coffee cup in his hand and turned his head to ask.

"I didn't pay attention, I just remembered that the author's name was Shirley. Oh..." Sam and Dean looked at Chuck together: "Tell me you didn't write that."

"Uh, I'm sorry?" Chuck smiled apologetically, "I really didn't mean any harm. And you two really...?" Chuck stuck out two thumbs curiously.

Sam and Dean thought they couldn't really laugh this time.

"So can you explain why you want to write a fan of your own novel online? It won't bring you a penny of income, and it won't increase your popularity." Dean's face is very smelly, and Sam doesn't look good either No matter where you go, no one wants all of their lives to be published online, not even in the name of fan fiction.

Chuck looked at the two brothers nervously, huddled in the corner of the sofa. "That's right." He swallowed: "I'm also very troubled by this. About halfway through the second volume, I started to dream. I dreamed that you changed your destiny through the form of precognitive dreams. What happened after that It is completely different from what I saw. This kind of dream is as frequent as what I saw in your life. At first I recorded it just for comparison. Later, a book fan showed me her writing Fan fiction, I just put my pseudonym on the Internet." Chuck shrugged. "No particular reason, and it's not very popular. I don't think you guys read the full text? Did you?"

"Uh, we don't have time to read the full text, just read the latest updated part." Dean glanced at Sam, and Sam also looked at him and raised his eyebrows, meaning: the person who read that novel is you, You answer.

"Uh..." The atmosphere in the room suddenly fell into a puzzled embarrassment.Chuck didn't dare to ask if everything he wrote became a reality, Dean didn't want to say that he followed what Chuck wrote from beginning to end, and Sam, who didn't read the novel carefully at all, couldn't join the conversation .

"Chuck, don't your dreams tell you why we see our own future?" Sam broke the silence first.

"I'm afraid I know as much as you about this point. How much can you expect me to know? After a while, I worry that I will confuse these two lives, because they have many similarities, just It seems that others are still moving forward according to the established destiny, but yours has changed." Chuck said.For some reason, even though he was still wearing a baggy nightgown, he looked a little taller.

"What's our fate next?" Dean raised his eyes and asked.

"Actually, I was writing the latest chapter before you came here." Chuck jumped over obstacles all over the floor, walked nimbly to the desk, picked up two sheets of paper from the typewriter, and handed them to Sam.

Sam finished reading it quickly, flicking the paper with his fingers: "Is this our original destiny?" There was anger in his voice: "Do I look so stupid?"

Dean takes one look at Sam, who is visibly angry, and reaches for Chuck's new chapter. "You? And Lilith? What's a 'devil'?" Dean raised his voice, which also sounded unpleasant.

"Obviously I wouldn't do that, for whatever reason," Sam told Dean, holding back his anger.

"Even if that stops the apocalypse?" Dean hit Sam in the gut, and Sam fell silent.

"Chuck, what's next?" Dean turned to Chuck.

"I don't know yet, I haven't written it yet." Chuck spread his hands innocently.

"Then go write it now, and I don't care if I need to shake the plot out of your genius mind that day." Dean said, walking towards Chuck threateningly.

"Dean, stop." Two voices rang out at the same time, and the three of them looked at the newcomer, which was Cassidio.

"You can't hurt him, because he is a prophet of God, and he is protected by the archangels." Cassidio continued.

"Him? The Prophet?" Sam and Dean looked at Chuck, trying to find some differences between him and others, and Chuck let them look at him innocently.

"I assume you're Cassidio?" Chuck said kindly, and Cassidio gave him a suspicious sideways look.

"Well, that says a lot, doesn't it?" Dean accepts this quickly: "I think we'd better get back to where we were. Lilith."

"Dean, I think you should trust Sam more, don't you think he is not as easy to provoke now as before?" Chuck said calmly: "Although for readers, that is more dramatic conflict." Some." He tilted his head.

"That's exactly what I was trying to say." Sam looked at Dean.

Dean looked at Sam, thinking about the whole thing.Unexpectedly, he found that, as Chuck said, if it was Sam in the past, he would probably do what he thought was right with a passion and never look back, but now Sam looks calm Much more, like I've finally matured after going through a lot.Dean avoids Sam's eyes and touches his nose. "You know, I just feel about the whole thing...you know, not so pleasant."

"Don't worry, Dean, I won't have any, uh, demon sex with Lilith." Sam said to Dean with a sincere face and a bit of dissatisfaction.

"I'm not..." Dean looked into Sam's eyes and swallowed the words he had saved.

"Hey, I think you can go back first, and I'll call you after I write the rest." Chuck took out his glasses with a look of wanting to drive people away.

"Oh, well, no problem," said Dean and Sam, a little embarrassed.

"I'll go with you," said Cassidio.

"I think you'd better go about your business first, they should, uh, need some alone time." Chuck found it difficult to speak in front of the angel with the innocent doubts written all over his face.And this made Sam and Dean feel even more embarrassed, smiled at them, and quickly left the room.

Sam sat on the bed, propped the laptop on his lap, and typed nimbly on the keyboard with both hands.Dean rests his head on Sam's shoulder and tries to look at the computer screen.He hated the height difference, but he decided not to worry about it now. "Proper exercise is really good for physical and mental health." He thought.

"What are you doing?" Dean asked. "Watching that fanfic from the beginning?"

"I want to compare