He wanted them to leave? Sam's jaw tightened in annoyance, large hands clenching sternly at his sides. Oh, they'd leave, all right. If not for Dean speaking up at his side, Sam probably would have grabbed this Chuck guy by the shoulders and shoved him right back into his house. Then, of course, he'd follow through with the whole tying him down to a chair and giving him one hell of an interrogation. Sam wasn't above doing that at the moment. Not when he was in such a big rush to get other things - far more important things - done at the moment. Stupid book series. Why did there have to be a book series? Thankfully (for Chuck), Dean seemed to have a better plan than the violent approach. Except...Sam looked over at him, brows rising in disbelief. His 'better plan' really didn't seem all that great to begin with. What was he talking about?
"Yeah." Sam said, gaze snapping back to the shorter, scruffier man before them. "You probably did, didn't you? You wrote about the Winchesters coming to your door." He had to know that they'd have shown up eventually. The avoidance, the slight suspicion in his eyes - Chuck knew. He had to know. Why else wouldn't he want to speak with them right now? "And if you wrote about us coming to your door, then you know that you're probably gonna let us come inside too. Because if you don't -" Sam didn't finish that sentence. He had a pretty good idea that the look on his face spoke far more clearly than anything he could put out by word of mouth would. It was different for them. Sam was usually the calm and composed one. Dean was usually the one ready to kick doors in. A lot had changed over the past year though - Sam included. He had a lot to do, little time to do it, and only but so much patience to spare for the genius who had decided that publishing the story of their lives had been a wise decision.