>>"Problem?” - this guy’s smile looks fake, and Chuck knows this because he’s a master at fake smiles, one of which is one his face now, in return, though his is still clearly confused - "Sorta. We came here because we wanted to talk about your books.”
Oh, okay. So it’s probably just some guys from a publishing company, or something, probably, telling him in person how horrible they think his writing is and how they wouldn’t publish anything he wrote if he were the last author on the planet, blah blah blah, he’s heard it all before. They don’t usually show up at his door, though, usually it’s phone calls and rejection letters or just silence... and the few fans he has left don’t usually show up looking like this, one like he’s going to lecture Chuck or serve him a lawsuit, and the other’s smile so fake it’s practically transparent.
>>“...About the Winchesters."
...wait, what?
Chuck is pretty sure he never wrote those last names in, he’s pretty sure he kept that out of it, it was meant to be a revelation in the end of the series, and, but, so how do they know? They shouldn’t know that. He’s only told like two people about that and they’d sworn never to mention it and really they had no reason to, now that the books weren’t being published anymore...
>>"Could we come in? Please?”
>"We've got a couple questions about the series, actually,” the taller one comes back in with, “If we could take a couple seconds of your time, we'd really appreciate it... We're just - we're, uh, big fans of your books." - yeah, right, that was real convincing - "We'd love to sit down and talk with you, even for a couple seconds."
“No,” his tone is defensive, this time, and his expression is locked in a confused, suspicious frown. “No, I’d ...I’d really rather if you leave, actually.” There’s no way these guys want to talk about the books, not in any good way, anyway, and he really, really is not in the mood for more criticism right now, thanks.