Chuck Shurley | God (
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Who: Chuck Shurley, Kurt Hummel
When: Saturday night
Where: Purgatory
Summary: Chuck had a nightmare during his mid-shift break and Kurt found him. Tra la la.
Warnings: the nightmare has Supernatural spoilers and violent imagery 8(
[Chuck's in the habit of taking naps on the couch in the Purgatory employee lounge, since it keeps him bright and perky throughout his shift (and let's face it, he wants to be able to be awake during the day sometimes, too). This time is no different- except this time, he's having a dream. More importantly, he's having a vision.
It's vivid, horrible, and has disturbing images of possession, people he knows going crazy, and slaughter dancing in His head. Cas going crazy, declaring himself God, and slaughtering every last angel in Heaven. Chuck can't wake up before the vision is over, not on His own, so he's trapped there, lying on the couch and curling into himself too hard in the disturbing throes of the dream.]
When: Saturday night
Where: Purgatory
Summary: Chuck had a nightmare during his mid-shift break and Kurt found him. Tra la la.
Warnings: the nightmare has Supernatural spoilers and violent imagery 8(
[Chuck's in the habit of taking naps on the couch in the Purgatory employee lounge, since it keeps him bright and perky throughout his shift (and let's face it, he wants to be able to be awake during the day sometimes, too). This time is no different- except this time, he's having a dream. More importantly, he's having a vision.
It's vivid, horrible, and has disturbing images of possession, people he knows going crazy, and slaughter dancing in His head. Cas going crazy, declaring himself God, and slaughtering every last angel in Heaven. Chuck can't wake up before the vision is over, not on His own, so he's trapped there, lying on the couch and curling into himself too hard in the disturbing throes of the dream.]