Fic: Genesis
Prompt: Genesis (THE BOOK NOT THE BAND ;___;)
Character: Remiel + Chuck
Fandom: Supernatural.
Rating: G!.
Spoilers: Nope!
Word count: 423
Chuck was perched at his dinner table slash breakfast table slash office space clickety clacketing away at his computer the latest chapter in the Winchester Gospel. A task which may have gone far more smoother if Remiel, his little obnoxious Archangel on his shoulder, hadn’t perched himself on Chuck’s dinner table slash breakfast table slash office space, his angelically clean feet hovering dangerously close to Chuck’s breakfast burrito and casually reading, of all things, The Bible.
“See see,” Remiel started, crossing his legs and making very extravagant gestures with his hands towards the book, “this is where you guys have got it all wrong. There was no talking snake. this is bogus. I know. I was there.”
Chuck pretended not to hear the overzealous angel as usual, trying to focus on his work. How important it must be that Sam and Dean finally find out where the Colt has been hidden all this ti---
“It’s all about context." Remiel bleated loudly, rubbing his index finger into the pages, "You have woman creating the original sin and the ladies get blamed for it for the rest of eternity. Oh and suddenly childbirth is painful too. Rubbish. It always hurt, these idiots are just looking for an excuse for their pain. Who are they going to blame?”
Chuck was about to open his mouth when,
“God. That’s right. It’s all his fault. No wonder he’s painted as the smiting type in this dribble.”
It was no hope. Chuck took in a large breath and started to focus on the computer again. Hurm hurm. And so finally, Sam and Dean found the location of the mysterious Colt. The only hope they had in slaying the Fallen Angel Prince of Darkness. Little did they know the demons were hiding it in---
“AND THEN” Remiel butted his head in between the screen and Chuck’s exasperated face, “Enoch’s the only one who got it right. He’s the only one who mentions me in the hierarchy of angels. All the others just write me out. Too much swearing I suppose. Censorship, so early in the piece. How disappointing.”
He flips the next thin waxy page.
“Ah Sodom. That was a fun place.”
A single eyebrow of Chuck’s careened so slow towards his forehead it could have rode the shortbus to school. Remiel matched it with an equally arched brow.
“Erm, maybe I’ll tell you that story when you’re a little older.” He offered, closing the book.
Chuck enjoyed the brief moment of silence, even if it was an awkward one.
Character: Remiel + Chuck
Fandom: Supernatural.
Rating: G!.
Spoilers: Nope!
Word count: 423
Chuck was perched at his dinner table slash breakfast table slash office space clickety clacketing away at his computer the latest chapter in the Winchester Gospel. A task which may have gone far more smoother if Remiel, his little obnoxious Archangel on his shoulder, hadn’t perched himself on Chuck’s dinner table slash breakfast table slash office space, his angelically clean feet hovering dangerously close to Chuck’s breakfast burrito and casually reading, of all things, The Bible.
“See see,” Remiel started, crossing his legs and making very extravagant gestures with his hands towards the book, “this is where you guys have got it all wrong. There was no talking snake. this is bogus. I know. I was there.”
Chuck pretended not to hear the overzealous angel as usual, trying to focus on his work. How important it must be that Sam and Dean finally find out where the Colt has been hidden all this ti---
“It’s all about context." Remiel bleated loudly, rubbing his index finger into the pages, "You have woman creating the original sin and the ladies get blamed for it for the rest of eternity. Oh and suddenly childbirth is painful too. Rubbish. It always hurt, these idiots are just looking for an excuse for their pain. Who are they going to blame?”
Chuck was about to open his mouth when,
“God. That’s right. It’s all his fault. No wonder he’s painted as the smiting type in this dribble.”
It was no hope. Chuck took in a large breath and started to focus on the computer again. Hurm hurm. And so finally, Sam and Dean found the location of the mysterious Colt. The only hope they had in slaying the Fallen Angel Prince of Darkness. Little did they know the demons were hiding it in---
“AND THEN” Remiel butted his head in between the screen and Chuck’s exasperated face, “Enoch’s the only one who got it right. He’s the only one who mentions me in the hierarchy of angels. All the others just write me out. Too much swearing I suppose. Censorship, so early in the piece. How disappointing.”
He flips the next thin waxy page.
“Ah Sodom. That was a fun place.”
A single eyebrow of Chuck’s careened so slow towards his forehead it could have rode the shortbus to school. Remiel matched it with an equally arched brow.
“Erm, maybe I’ll tell you that story when you’re a little older.” He offered, closing the book.
Chuck enjoyed the brief moment of silence, even if it was an awkward one.