new muse, voice testing

[ungodlike]

 Ok, so, uh, don't you think this just one too many levels of metafiction going on here? The writer writing the writer who just, y'know, happens to be a prophet? Is any of this striking you as kind of ridiculous?

Not that I don't appreciate your plans to have me end up "BFFs" with Castiel, and yes, I'm aware how sad my lack of a social life is that that doesn't actually sound too bad, but... Jesus, what is it about me? Is my life just that much fun to screw around with? Because I promise you, it really, really isn't. And I'm tired of being subject to the whim of whatever divine entity or bored 20-something who wants to jerk me around like a puppet.

Look, look, fine. Just. If we're gonna do this, can you at least make it as painless as possible?

-- Chuck

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[ungodlike]

Meant to be written. [Chuck's laugh is cracked, and slightly hysterical. It sounds out of practise. He shakes his head.]

It just feels kind of like cosmic karma, that now I'm at the mercy of a capricious god of a writer of my own.

[doalim]

I, uh. [whoops. At least he notices emotional distress now.]

That's not how karma works. In theory. Of course, it's all pagan propaganda. [Cas, just quit while you're ahead.]

[ungodlike]

[Cas's utter failure to recognise and understand human emotions is actually incredibly amusing. Of course, that might just be the distress, sobriety, and creeping hysteria talking, but Chuck'll take what he can get.]

Humans [this is very important; attend carefully] are not rational creatures, Castiel.

[doalim]

Yes, I learned that. From Dean, mostly.

[after a short delay:] Sam helped.

[he adds a slight nod and the expression he has that's closest to a smile for good measure. Why he's proud of the Winchesters for this, who knows.]

It makes certain things more difficult, though.

[ungodlike]

[A little snort. He's noticed, yeah. He's been watching, remember? ]

Like what?

[It's a genuine question, and if his voice squeaks a little, it's just out of habit.]

[doalim]

[he falls silent for a moment. There are a lot of things, many of which he doesn't exactly know how to express. If the brothers had followed the Plan, what then? He'd still be a good little soldier. He wouldn't have defied Michael, Lucifer, all of Heaven for them. There wouldn't be a war now.]

[he wouldn't have to resort to any desperate measures to end it. But he hasn't quite learned the meaning of regret yet. Inevitably, he will. The price of free will is taking the wrong course of action and suffering for it.]

It makes them--impossible to predict.

[ungodlike]

Yeah.

[Sometimes Chuck wishes he had a little more trouble predicting things. His life seems to be an utterly unfair mix of knowing far more than he wants to, and knowing nothing at all. It kind of sucks.]

Guess you're used to things following the... ineffable plan, huh?

[doalim]

Not for some time now. [there's a profound bitterness in his voice, and by definition the dramatic irony of the moment is lost on him.] The "ineffable plan" became a farce the moment our Father left us.