Meeting the Winchester

I do not own Supernatural in any way.

"Charlie, what are we doing here?" I asked her.

"You always ask where I go. Well, this is it", she said getting out of the car.

"Charlie!" I hissed going after her.

Two men came out of the bunker.

"Charlie!" the shorter one said.

Charlie threw her arms around him and hugged him. She let go of him and the taller one walked over to her.

He leaned down and let her kiss his cheek.

"Who's this?" the shorter asked, looking me up and down.

I felt naked under his gaze.

"This is my friend Sophie Henderson", she said, "Sophie, Sam and Dean Winchester".

"Which one is which?" I asked them.

The shorter one in the leather jacket stepped forward and said, "I'm Dean".

"And the other one is Sam. Okay. That's easy", I said.

"Do you guys wanna come in?" Sam asked.

Charlie and I followed the boys inside.

When we stepped inside, my mouth dropped open.

"This place is amazing!" I said.

We walked down the staircase.

"I'm going to go get some beers, do you want one?" Sam asked me.

"Oh, no. I don't drink", I told him.

"I'll help you", Charlie said and followed him into the kitchen.

I was suddenly left alone in the living area. I glanced at the books on the shelves. I spotted one on the top shelf that looked interesting. I stood on my tip toes and reached for it.

"Having trouble?" Dean asked.

I huffed.

Dean walked up behind me and placed his hands on my waist. He bent his knees and lifted me up.

I grabbed the book. I screamed as Dean shifted me in his arms.

The book hit the ground as Dean caught me.

One on his arms was under my knees and the other was supporting my neck and head.

His golden green eyes stared into mine.

"Are you guys okay?" Sam asked entering the room.

Dean pulled me up and set me on my feet.

We all sat down at the table.

I sat on the table itself with my legs dangling off the edge.

"Sure you don't one?" Dean asked me with his hand wrapped around my ankle.

"I'm fine", I told him, trying not to gasp as he swiped his thumb over my joint.

Dean gave me a small smirk. He knew exactly what he was doing to me.

I leaned back on my hands.

"Why don't you two stay here for a couple of days?" Sam suggested.

"What do you think Soph?" Charlie asked.

I glanced at Dean and said, "Sounds good".