“So what’d it do!?” Mitchell squealed in annoyance, egging Ruthy-Myra to stop stuttering and lay all the details on the table for everyone to enjoy. “It didn’t eat you, it didn’t even smack your bum! So what’d it do!?” Ruthy-Myra scrambled for the right words, her good ear burning, “N-nothing! It was– it just– alright. It.. it saw me.” “Obviously?” Mitchell said. “It walked towards me.” “Go on? Uh-huh?” Maydeen added, everyone crowding the heroine. “Y-yeah– so it– it walked… towards me,” she assured. They impatiently nodded. “Then it stared… and… stared and… sssstared?” “Oh my gods, it stared,” Gretchen whispered in awe like an idiot. Ruthy-Myra finished it, “… Then it just… went away. Like– it walked over me. And it didn’t say anything.” She swallowed and mumbled, “It seemed really sad.” “You are sooo lucky,” Gretchen gasped.
That one there, that’s Bruce Wayne. He is one of the dumbest boys you will ever meet. Wonder Woman sat next to him in english last year. He asked her how to spell orange.
That little one, that’s Lex Luthor. He’s totally rich because his dad invented Lexcorp. Lex knows everybody’s business, he knows everything about everyone. That’s why his hair is so big, it’s full of secrets.
And evil takes human form in Clark Kent. Don’t be fooled because he may seem like your typical selfish, backstabbing slut faced ho-bag, but in reality he’s so much more than that. He’s the queen bee - the star. Those other two are just his little workers.
“You son of a bitch,” Dean grates out, and his hand stings, and Chuck–no, God–could snap his fingers and turn him into dog food right then. But he doesn’t. He even has the grace to stumble a bit, working his jaw like the punch actually hurt.
“I deserved that,” God mumbles, and he smiles at Dean and Sam. Smiles! Dean feels like he’s going crazy.
“I’m…I’m, uh, I’m just gonna.” Sam backs away, towards the Impala, eyes as big as saucers. He doesn’t turn his back on Chuck, looking at him with a mixture of awe and deep hurt.
Then Chuck does snap his fingers, and they’re back in the bunker, standing around the war room table.
“Don’t worry, Dean. Baby is in the garage, safe and sound.” Chuck takes a seat and looks at them expectantly. Dean sits, but Sam doesn’t.
“I prayed to you,” Sam says, voice breaking. “I thought I was hearing you, and then it was just Lucifer, fucking with me again. We needed you, you piece of shit.”
<Oh? You weren’t always a Kitsune? I was under the impression that you were…Forgive me for my ignorance, I do not know the inner machinations of your world,>
Jesse always thought that one was born into their species, not made into one. Then again, who could account for magical meddling of the creatures behind the veil?
“Nah its fine. Just wish i could remember why i decided to become one. I just remember, running from something.. And being very sad. But i dont remember anything of my life as a human. I just know that i was one, at some point in time.”