chuck's narration

Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don’t need. We’re the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our great war is a spiritual war. Our great depression is our lives.
-Fight Club (1999)

In the End

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam, Chuck (narrator)
Word Count: 4,111 (My hands slipped…whoops)
Warnings: Blood, description of injury, being trapped, foul language
A/N: I wrote this for @mamaredd123‘s 100 quotes challenge! I had a lot of fun writing Chuck, and his quote is in bold within the fic. Congratulations, mama!

Beta’d by my lovely @pinknerdpanda! “ I’m shook. SHOOK i tell ya! Love this part.”

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Overview: Chuck decides to tell the story of the reader and how important she is to Dean. Meanwhile, the reader takes off on her own without telling Dean where she was going and bites off more than she can chew.

Originally posted by bookwormirmak

Endings are hard…but you know, I’m getting ahead of myself. I should really start at the beginning. Not the beginning beginning…that would take far too long, and honestly it has nothing to do with now. What we’re talking about is the beginning of Y/N and the Winchesters. Out of all the relationships they have developed over the years, the one they had with her was one of the most important. They had gone through a lot together; they had lost so much, and almost lost each other, but they always, always prevailed. Of course, being God I’ve had a front row seat to most of it but today…today I’m going to stick with Y/N. It’s important to stick around for the beginning and the ending to a story.

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“You know why they put oxygen masks on planes? Oxygen gets you high. In a catastrophic emergency, you’re taking giant panicked breaths. Suddenly you become euphoric, docile. You accept your fate. It’s all right here. Emergency water landing - 600 miles an hour. Blank faces, calm as Hindu cows.”

Fight Club

Dinleyin Sürüngenler! Sizler özel değilsiniz, sizler güzel ya da eşi benzeri olmayan kar tanesi de değilsiniz, sizler işiniz değilsiniz, sizler paranız kadar değilsiniz, bindiğiniz araba değilsiniz, kredi kartlarınızın limiti değilsiniz, sizler iç çamaşırı değilsiniz, sizler herkes gibi çürüyen birer organik maddesiniz! Bizler bu dünyanın şarkı söyleyip dans eden pislikleriyiz! Hepimiz aynı pisliğin lacivertleriyiz!

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