Dean has a mouthful of food, and he looks up at Chuck with his eyebrows raised and his mouth full. He finishes his bite slowly and then nods.
"Starting off with the big stuff. Okay." He sighs and puts his sandwich down, resting his elbow on the table instead, and he levels his gaze with Chuck's. "No one's actually seen or heard from you since the apocalypse showdown with Michael or Lucifer, and then one day, bam. Some new kid gets called up as a prophet."
Which means Chuck has to be dead.
"And all the, um. All the archangels are dead, or you know, in a lockbox in Hell, so it's rough out there for a prophet right now. You could've died sometime after Raphael bit the dust. There was what... a year? About? After that happened and this poor kid got tapped."
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"Starting off with the big stuff. Okay." He sighs and puts his sandwich down, resting his elbow on the table instead, and he levels his gaze with Chuck's. "No one's actually seen or heard from you since the apocalypse showdown with Michael or Lucifer, and then one day, bam. Some new kid gets called up as a prophet."
Which means Chuck has to be dead.
"And all the, um. All the archangels are dead, or you know, in a lockbox in Hell, so it's rough out there for a prophet right now. You could've died sometime after Raphael bit the dust. There was what... a year? About? After that happened and this poor kid got tapped."