Chapter One
Location: The Men of Letters Bunker
"Charlie will be here tomorrow," Sam said. Dean was cleaning guns at the other table. Sam had books and papers all over the one at which he was sitting.
"Yeah? Why?" Dean replied.
"Because I need help in getting all of this," Sam gestured around at all the information the Men of Letters had amassed, "organized, cataloged, more easily searchable," Sam said. "Charlie and I have been talking and she knows what we need. She's bringing a friend…"
"Whoa, who is this friend?" Dean demanded, with a freshly cleaned, assembled gun in his hand.
"Relax, Dean," Sam replied. "Charlie knows the deal."
"Okay, so, still – who's the friend? Is she hot? It is a she, isn't it?" Dean asked with a gleam in his eye.
"Stop it," Sam said. "I don't know if the friend is male or female. But whoever they are, they work on databases and getting information organized. Charlie said it was her roommate, but didn't say girl or boy."
"Charlie has a roommate?" Dean asked.
"Evidently. We'll find out tomorrow," Sam replied.
"She's late," Dean said, leaning back on the trunk of the Impala. They had placed all the cleaned guns back in the trunk.
"Not by much," Sam replied, also leaning on the trunk. "Besides it's a nice day out today. The crap has been slow lately. The lull is nice." He turned his face up to the sun. "Besides I think I hear her coming now."
Charlie's little yellow car wheezed to a stop and she came bounding out.
"What up, Bitches?"
Dean gave her a hug and then Sam.
"Hey, Charlie," Sam said. "How have you been?"
"Good," Charlie said. "Oh, this is my friend Kenny. She specializes in databases and all things informational."
"Hi, guys," Kenny said with a little wave. "Nice to meet you." Kenny was a girl-next-door-pretty, petite brunette with short spiky hair and the greenest eyes Sam and Dean had ever seen. The pretty was completely at odds with the black leather jacket and leather mini skirt paired with combat boots and fishnet tights.
"I think I've struck them speechless, Charlie," Kenny said with a wicked little grin.
"You can have that effect," Charlie said.
"Hi Kenny," Sam said, recovering first. "Nice to meet you."
"Hey Kenny," Dean said. "Sam tells me you are going to help us - well, him - get all our stuff organized. Let me just say right now, good luck with that."
Sam just shook his head. "Come on, Charlie and Kenny," Sam said. "Let's get you settled."
Several hours later, after getting familiar with the bunker and where all the information was and talking about what needed to be done, Kenny sat at a table making a list.
"I didn't blow your mind completely with the size of the job, did I?" Sam asked, sitting down at the table. "I know it's a massive undertaking."
"Mmmm…kind of," Kenny admitted, with a rueful smile. "Charlie told me it was a lot of information, but I didn't realize it was quite this extensive. But I'll manage."
"What's the list for?" Sam asked.
"Groceries," Kenny said. "I'm sending Charlie on a grocery run."
"Why? We have groceries."
"Beer and meat do not consist of groceries."
"Works for us," Sam said with a grin.
"Well, I need a salad once in a while," Kenny said, grinning back. "Besides, if I'm going to be here for the duration, the least I can do is take over the kitchen and maid duties."
"You don't have to do that," Sam protested. "We have a system."
"I expect you do, but my Mama taught me to make myself useful," Kenny said. "Plus I can only look at a computer screen for so long and then I get stir crazy. So cooking and washing clothes is an easy mindless distraction."
"If you insist," Sam said, looking relieved. "I hate washing clothes."
"Give this to Charlie, would you?" Kenny said handing Sam the list.
"Sure thing," he said and left to find Charlie.
An hour later, Kenny was still sitting at the table making lists, when Dean wandered in.
"Sam tells me you're going to take over the "kitchen and maid duties" as you put it. You really don't have to do that," Dean said.
"I can make a mean pie," Kenny stated, not looking up from her list. "Charlie told me you love pie."
"Really? What kind of pie? Does it have a flaky crust?" Dean said with a faraway look in his eye. "I haven't had pie in days."
"My Granny's secret recipe; which I can almost guarantee you haven't had before. Southern secret," Kenny said still working on yet another list.
"Where are you from?" Dean asked. "I can hear a little bit a drawl but really can't place it."
Kenny could tell he was still trying to figure out if she was a threat or not and probably if he had a chance or not. "Ha. The awkward gets here quick," Kenny said with a sad little smile. "Virginia by a roundabout way. I was hoping to give it a couple of days before getting into all of this." She looked around nervously and finally said with a sigh looking Dean in the eye, "Get Sam and I'll tell you what I know. And I only want to do this once."