Charlotte Cast, long time friend to the Winchesters and Hunter of the Supernatural, walked the damp and deserted streets of Palo Alto, a town near Stanford Law where one of the Winchester Brothers: Sam Winchester, resided. He lived now in a sort of apartment with his girlfriend: Jessica Moore. Charlotte saw Dean's black Chevrolet Impala of 1967 parked right out in front of the apartment complex where Sam lived with Jessica.
Charlotte sighed, disappointed that she had arrived too late to present the dilemma to Sam herself. They were all friends, or used to be. They had kept their distances after Sam had run away to attend Stanford Law against John Winchester's, the brothers' father, wishes. This practically disowned Sam from the family. The reason as to why Sam was disowned was due to the fact that John found it an immense betrayal to the family that Sam stopped the search for the 'thing' that killed the Winchesters' mother oh-so long ago.
Knowing the Impala inside and out (this is not a figure of speech in this context and in Charlotte's case) Charlotte invited herself to lounge along the hood of the Impala, her back against the front window's of the masterpiece of a car, waiting for Dean to finish persuading Sam to get back in the game, or at least help with their current search.
As the curly blonde closed her eyes and perked her ears for the slightest sound, her mind travelled back through her memories to the time she met the Winchesters and found out about the 'Family Business' of 'hunting things that go bump in the night' as Dean put it. She remembered growing up in Lawrence, Kansas, constantly hearing talk of the reappearing Winchester sons and father. Personally, Charlotte never thought anything wrong with them when she occasionally saw them, growing up, despite the sons' anti-social father.
A few ways away, Charlotte's consciousness of what was happening in present tense grabbed her back from her memories, hearing the apartment complex's front door squeak open. Immediately, Charlotte sat up and opened her fierce grey eyes.
The brothers stopped dead in their tracks when they saw their old friend and Charlotte had to quite frankly, restrain from laughing, but permitted herself to roll her eyes. When Sam had left for college, Charlotte had been so torn she had lead Dean, Sam, John, and even herself at times, to believe she was leaving out of grief of Sam's departure. 2005 and you would not believe how much of a 90 degree that took. John had contacted her afterwards when she found a motel to stay at. John, being the leader of the quartet, found it his responsibility to convince Charlotte to at least look over Sam and Dean when they were 'on their own'. Since, Charlotte had been keeping Dean and Sam's trail clear from demons, vengeful spirits, and other nasties. And the brothers never even knew.
With her sharp eyes, Charlotte saw both Sam's puppy dog dark green eyes go wide and Dean's crystalline green eyes go wide, though not as wide as his younger brother's.
"Ch-Charlie?" Sam asked faintly. Charlotte casually slid off the car, dismissing the wide-eyed looks of disbelief. She slung her canvas beige backpack across one of her shoulders with a shrug and walked over to the brothers.
"Hello, boys."