I love every single thing about this story. I have adored Chuck since we first met him and I love the way you've gotten him and his crazy deja-vu-yet-not exsistence down pat.
Also if I put down all of my favorite lines, I just have to copy-paste the whole thing but these are the ones where I made noise out loud that made other people in the house nervous/annoyed. ^_^
Chuck wondered if maybe Bobby had a thesaurus.
Heee! ^_^
“Do not fucking move!”
Chuck was a little surprised to realize that was him. He was also rather surprised to discover that he had taken his red pen out of the pocket of his bathrobe and was pointing it at Zachariah in a manner that he hoped was at least somewhat reminiscent of the-Doctor-with-his-sonic-screwdriver. His arm was only shaking a little.
Chuck is such a freakin' geek, and he's so out of his depth, but he's still trying to be butt kicking and live up to the people he's surrounded by. It's awesome.
“You won’t mind if I write some better dialogue for you, do you? ’Cause your clichéd villain lines suck!”
This..... kills me with the joy. A literal insult to injury that does rock very hard.
Chuck didn’t feel much like sleeping that night. He wanted to write. He wrote about himself being awesome, of course, and about Castiel saving Bill, and about Dean totally not crying. And then he went back and wrote about how hard Bobby worked, all the time, and about how much Sam wanted to do better, be better, to the point where he was willing to mark his promise out on his skin.
I love this, seeing the Boys, and Bobby through Chuck's eyes is wonderful, and this is precisely why.
He scrambled to hold the pages—not to mention himself—together. “Um,” he said, sure that he was now as red as his pen. “Yesterday was kind of weird? My bird died and I fought off Zachariah with a pen and then Castiel brought Bill back to life and Bobby called me son and Dean told me I was cool and possibly I drank too much? Can we just forget this ever happened?”
My roommate came in to see if I could still breathe I was laughing so hard by the end of this.
YES, THESE GUYS REALLY ARE THIS CHEESEBALL. I SAW IT IN MY HEAD AND THEN I GOT THE RERUN ’CAUSE BOBBY’S WALLS ARE REGRETTABLY THIN. TRUST ME ON THIS.
This is where the roommate made a return trip. For the same reason. Hee! It's funny cause it's true. ^_^
So just to sum up, I love you. Any inducements needed to keep you writing, let me know.
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Date: 2009-07-31 06:11 am (UTC)Also if I put down all of my favorite lines, I just have to copy-paste the whole thing but these are the ones where I made noise out loud that made other people in the house nervous/annoyed. ^_^
Chuck wondered if maybe Bobby had a thesaurus.
Heee! ^_^
“Do not fucking move!”
Chuck was a little surprised to realize that was him. He was also rather surprised to discover that he had taken his red pen out of the pocket of his bathrobe and was pointing it at Zachariah in a manner that he hoped was at least somewhat reminiscent of the-Doctor-with-his-sonic-screwdriver. His arm was only shaking a little.
Chuck is such a freakin' geek, and he's so out of his depth, but he's still trying to be butt kicking and live up to the people he's surrounded by. It's awesome.
“You won’t mind if I write some better dialogue for you, do you? ’Cause your clichéd villain lines suck!”
This..... kills me with the joy. A literal insult to injury that does rock very hard.
Chuck didn’t feel much like sleeping that night. He wanted to write. He wrote about himself being awesome, of course, and about Castiel saving Bill, and about Dean totally not crying. And then he went back and wrote about how hard Bobby worked, all the time, and about how much Sam wanted to do better, be better, to the point where he was willing to mark his promise out on his skin.
I love this, seeing the Boys, and Bobby through Chuck's eyes is wonderful, and this is precisely why.
He scrambled to hold the pages—not to mention himself—together. “Um,” he said, sure that he was now as red as his pen. “Yesterday was kind of weird? My bird died and I fought off Zachariah with a pen and then Castiel brought Bill back to life and Bobby called me son and Dean told me I was cool and possibly I drank too much? Can we just forget this ever happened?”
My roommate came in to see if I could still breathe I was laughing so hard by the end of this.
YES, THESE GUYS REALLY ARE THIS CHEESEBALL. I SAW IT IN MY HEAD AND THEN I GOT THE RERUN ’CAUSE BOBBY’S WALLS ARE REGRETTABLY THIN. TRUST ME ON THIS.
This is where the roommate made a return trip. For the same reason. Hee! It's funny cause it's true. ^_^
So just to sum up, I love you. Any inducements needed to keep you writing, let me know.