Riding along in the backseat of the Impala on a cool summer day was what Charlie was doing. They were on some country back road with lush green sweet smelling grass on either side of the road. Every now and then a farm with some stinky cattle, that was probably the only bad thing about today, stinky cattle. But she didn't care it only lasted for a little while seeing as how Dean became a speed demon once he got a whiff of the smell.
Sam and Dean were busy talking about the next case, which was all the way over on the other side of the continent. So it would take at least a couple days to get there. Charlie wouldn't bother with the facts of the case just yet. She wanted to recuperate a bit from the last case. That poltergeist had been a bitch to put to rest. It had flung Charlie against the wall so her back was kind of sore. But that is nothing compared to what has been done before since she was riding along with the Winchester boys.
Charlie giggled and muttered to herself, "Ridin' dirty with Winchesters."
Dean looked up in the rearview at her, his pretty Butterfly smiling. "What's so funny back there?" he asked with a sly grin.
She looked up locking eyes with him through the rearview. Her honey colored ambers meeting his pretty forest colored emerald eyes. Charlie swore that every time their eyes locked she couldn't breathe for a few milliseconds. "…I'm ridin' dirty with the Winchester boys. That's what's funny." she laughed.
"You only realized that now?" he taunted glancing at the road, then back to his rare beauty named Charlie.
"Haha haha." she mocked laughter. "Seriously, you boys ride dirty. I mean, you got a stash in the trunk that would make Patton jealous and supplies that makes demon's skin crawl. Not to mention the fake badges and ID's in that wooden box in the glove compartment. Oh and who can forget the credit cards. If that doesn't qualify as ridin' dirty, I don't know what does." She ended with a real laugh this time.
Dean looked at Sam and both just chuckled to themselves and the oldest floored it to get to the next town. For he was getting hungry.
About half an hour later they pulled into a small cozy little town. Charlie liked the feel of the place it kind of felt like home to her. People walking down the street talking and saying 'Hi.' or 'Hello.' to each other like it was a normal thing. A few even greeted them, though Charlie instantly thought it was just due to Dean because the people that said 'Hello.' were all women. But it's not like she's worried. She knows Dean loves her. He may not have outright said it, but it's implied.
Dean looked up and down the street trying to find a place to grab some grub and settled on the café down a little ways compared to the pizza joint they stood in front of. Who wants to be stuck eating inside on such a nice day? He laced his fingers with Charlie's and headed down to the café, which caught both Charlie and Sam off guard. It wasn't like Dean to pass up pizza.
They got to the café and realized the tables only had two chairs at each table. Charlie went to grab another chair to sit on since Dean already claimed his chair, but as she was turning it around Dean grabbed her hips and pulled her to sit on his lap. He put his arm around her waist so that she wouldn't fall off, resting his hand over the curve of her hip. She looked at him confused, "Dude, I want my own seat."
"This is your seat. Deal with it." he smirked with a wink.
Charlie rolled her eyes and gave in. It's not like he was going to let her go. So might as well make the most of it.
The waitress came by and smiled at them thinking that they certainly were cute together and wished that her boyfriend would do something like that with her. They ordered their food, each meal consisted of something paired with fries.
Dean had eaten all his fries, while Charlie was savoring them. He looked at her as she looked at some of the shops on the other side of the road and quickly went to steal a fry.
"Touch it you die." Charlie said without looking away from the book store trying to read the newest poster of recent acquisitions to their inventory.
Dean pulled his head back with wide eyes and looked over at Sam, who was trying not to choke on his food. He took a fry anyway.
Charlie looked back at him with a glare and tried not to smile as he gave her his cheesy 'innocent smile'. She grabbed her plate and held it in front of her so that Dean couldn't reach it.
"Hey, that's not playing fair." Dean protested trying to reach around her for some more fries.
"Totally fair! You ate all yours! Leave mine alone! They're mine, bitch!" Charlie laughed sticking her tongue out at him.
Dean took that as an initiative to a war. He bit on his lower lip as he tickled her sides. She squirmed away from his grasp standing up running a little bit away from the table, just out of reach of Dean.
"You shouldn't do that when someone's eating." she scolded him with a smile.
"I'm a Winchester, I don't play by the rules." he said leaning forward enough to pull her back to him, "Remember we ride dirty." he whispered to her.
Charlie pulled away from him, getting even more out of his reach. "Nah-uh." she shook her head while munching on a crispy fry. "You ain't gettin' no more of my fries! Dey alllllllll mine." She made a face at him with her comment.
Dean smiled over at Sam for a moment and shot up to chase after his elusive Butterfly.
"Shit." she laughed running around the table with her plate of fries.
He taunted her bouncing back and forth on the opposite side of the table waiting for her to make her move.
Charlie stood there smiling biting each fry in half and eating it, teasing Dean. "Mmmm! They're sooooo goooooood!"
Dean came around the side of the table he was sitting at and Charlie ran to the other side of the café with Dean following her.
Sam shook his head with a chuckle, "Children." He looked back at them and they were taunting each other around a married couple's table. The married couple was laughing and enjoying the prime example of young love as were the other customers.
Charlie stepped up onto the knee-high wall that blocked in the 'café' and ran along it to get away from Dean, still holding her plate of fries. "You can't catch me. Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah!" she taunted like a child would.
Dean got his grown ass stuck between a few occupied tables and couldn't reach her.
Charlie hopped down from the wall and sat in Dean's seat. Calming down as she ate the rest of her fries. Dean came back over and thought about getting another chair, but rather sat on his girl's lap.
"Get your ass off of me." she said pushing him, but Dean was too stubborn to move.
"Nope, I'm staying right here." he stole her plate of fries knowing that she wouldn't be able to reach around him for them; especially with him sitting on her lap.
"You are such an ass." she pouted crossing her arms. "Those are my fries."
"Like I've said before, you like my ass and you know it." he got up setting her plate back down and grabbing another chair.
"If you had asked, maybe I would have shared." she countered resuming to eat her fries.
"Could I have a few?" he asked pulling his chair up close to hers.
Charlie grabbed a few and said, "Open up." He opened his mouth for the fries and she looked as if she was going to stuff them in his mouth, but put them in hers instead. "I said I'd think about it. That wasn't a definite answer." she winked.
Sam burst with laughter, "Charlie, I love you." he held out his hand for a high five, which was easily reciprocated from Charlie's side.
Dean glared at Sam and stole some of his few remaining fries. He made a face of annoyance, "Dude, no salt. Seriously?"
"There's salt on them. Just not a lot. At least nothing like what you put on them." Sam laughed.
"Salty fries are good." Dean retorted. "And it's good for ya. You know with demons and all." he added the last sentence in a whisper.
Charlie shook her head and finished her last fry. "We good to go then?"
Dean looked over at her. "Yes, we are pretty Butterfly." he smiled admiring her. He knew he could never have caught her if she hadn't let him, hence she is his elusive Butterfly. He's glad he has her and would do anything for her.
"Stop looking at me like you want to eat me." Charlie said creeped out looking away from him as Sam called over the waitress for the check, it was his turn to pay.
Dean got that look in his eyes again and just stared at her.
Charlie finally looked at him and quickly muttered, "Shit." as she practically jumped out of her seat, over the wall behind her, and started to the Impala.
Dean chased her and caught up at the Impala door. He turned her and pushed her against the side of the his beloved car. Trapping her there with his arms outstretched onto the roof of said vehicle, smirking. He licked his lips and leaned in kissing her lips. He pulled back, "Mmmm, salty." Again licking his lips.
Charlie giggled softly, "You can't eat me, that's illegal."
Dean smiled widely and quicker than she could comprehend what was happening, he buried his face in her neck with sounds that would make it seem like he was eating her. She gasped a bit when he actually bit her neck lightly.
She pushed him away and brought her hand to her neck where he bit her, "What was that for?"
"For being you." he smirked. "By the way, you taste good." Then pulled his keys from his pocket and walked around to the driver side and opened the door as Sam slipped into the passenger seat. "You coming or are you staying in this little town?"
"I wouldn't be riding dirty if I stayed here, now would I?" she smirked sliding into the backseat with a cocky head tilt.
Dean chuckled as he got into the driver seat and started up the beast known as his baby.
"Woooo! Listen to her purr!" Charlie said excitedly as Dean pulled out onto the road.
Sam and Dean both looked back at her and smiled, this is all they needed. Each other, the open road, and some music, which Dean switched on.
Charlie leaned forward and wrapped her arms around Dean's neck, "I think I'm in love with your car." she whispered softly into his ear.
"And not me?" he teased grabbing one of her hands and pulling it to his lips leaving a soft kiss there on the back of her hand.
Charlie wanted to say that she loved him too, but she didn't want to be the first to admit it. Admitting about the car was in a round about way saying that she loved him, but she wasn't going to out right say it. "Nah. No way, Slug." she said kissing his cheek and smiled leaning back.
Dean knew that his elusive Butterfly loved him and he loved her. No matter how repulsive his nickname is, he loves her. Now it's just a matter of telling her that…