Supernatural Imagines

Chuck ~ What

Chuck couldn't have picked a worse time to tell you the truth.  It'd had been a rough day at work, so you had done what any sane person would do, go to bar, get mostly drunk, then come home and finish yourself off.

You hadn't expected him to be home that weekend, he was meant to be off at one of his book conventions, which is also partly why you decided to get drunk, because you knew you'd be home alone, and he didn't really like you getting drunk.

You were curled up under a blanket, a half a bottle of wine in front of you, watching a movie, what movie, you weren't entirely sure, in your alcoholic haze, not a lot of it was making sense.  Not even the key going into the door got your attention.

"Y/N?"

This did, and you slowly blinked before lifting your head over the couch to see Chuck standing there, a bunch of flowers in his hand.

You broke into a goofy grin.  "Hey Chuck."  You tried to get up, but got tangled in the blanket.  "God dammit..."  You gave up and just looked back at him again.  "What are you doin' home so early?"

Chuck chuckles, unable to help it.  "I thought I'd surprise you, but it's clear you won't remember much anyway."

You pout.  "Don't be silly, silly.  I always remember you and what you do for me."

"Uh hu."  He said and comes around to join you on the couch, handing you the flowers.  "Bad day again?"

You were almost so lost in the flowers that you didn't respond, blinking at him for a moment.  "Oh...yeah, something like that."  You shrug.  "I don't remember any more."  At that, you broke into a fit of giggles, making Chuck sigh.

The seriousness of Chuck's expression makes you stop, and you pout a little.  "Are you mad at me Chuck?"

Chuck's head jerks up to look at you.  "No, no Y/N, no, I'm not mad..."

But it was enough to start the waterworks.  "I-I'm sorry.  It was just such a bad day and-and I thought you weren't going to be home and-"  You hiccup.  "I just didn't want to deal with anything and now I'm-I'm such a mess of a girlfriend."

"Honey..."  He looked at you sadly but kindly, gently pulling you over to him until you rested safely against him, his touch settling you almost immediately.  "I'm not mad, I promise.  I was just hoping that I could tell you something tonight.  Something that I haven't told anyone in a long time."

"You can still tell me."  You mumble, still hiccuping a little as you settle.

He laughed softly.  "What?  So you won't remember what I tell you in the morning?"

"I will."

"No Y/N, you won't."  He eyes the bottle of wine.  "Was the bar crowded tonight?"

"It's always crowded."  You mumbled.  "I had to leave a little earlier tonight, a guy wouldn't leave me alone."

Despite feeling Chuck tense, you smiled.

"Don't worry.  I punched him."

It was clear that Chuck didn't know how to quite take that information.  "You what?"

"He started to get handsy, and Daddy always said if a man did that, then I had to punch them, so I did."  You said it perhaps a little childishly, but it was the truth.  "Then they kicked me out of the bar."

Chuck laughs, he couldn't help it.  "You are truly something else Y/N."  He paused.  "I'm glad you don't punch me when I start to get handsy."

You snort and then move to lie on his lap, smiling up at him.  "Yeah, but I like your handsy.  That has my full approval!"