My second drabble. One hundred words is really hard! This one is actually 127 words.

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Thanks for reading!


Chuck stared at the cover of the first Supernatural book he'd ever written.

Sam and Dean… could he write what he had just seen now that he knew they were real? Why had he been chosen for this? How was he supposed to live with this burden?

He took a long drink from the bottle in his hand and then flung it across the room in despair.

"I can't do it!"

But in the back of his mind he heard the words of Zachariah and he knew that he would. He would do what he'd been called to do.

He sat at his desk and with a shaky hand began to write. The words flowed from his pen as easily as the tears from his eyes.