Charlie Bradbury, to the outside world, was your everyday nerd. She worked in IT, LARPed on the weekends, and preferred fictional worlds to the real one. The redhead was known to her coworkers as the "girl who could fix anything" and to her fellow LARPers as the "majestic Queen of Moons". However, she had a secret. Charlie was a hunter.
Today, however, Charlie wasn't anything but late. She may or may not have been up until the early hours of the morning creaming some teenage boys at World of Warcraft. Her alarm clock also didn't go off. So the girl woke up, fully refreshed… only to realize that she was three hours late for work.
She skipped her morning dose of "Walking in Sunshine" , her shower, and breakfast. The only thing that Charlie actually did was get dressed and throw her hair into a ponytail before she left. She arrived at work half an hour later and winked at the creepy receptionist so that he wouldn't call her in as late. Slowly, the LARPer snuck in the door and practically crawled to her desk. Luckily, no one noticed her. She took a deep breath and turned on her computer.
The girl had been on the lookout for cases since she had helped out Dean and Sam with the djinns. It wasn't like she could just ignore the supernatural world around her, now that she knew how to handle it. Charlie had found a couple of things, including a werewolf a few states over, but she passed them over to the Winchesters. She had just about given up on finding a small case to tackle when she noticed a strange attack on some children in New York.
"Carrie!" said a blonde woman, peering over Charlie's shoulder.
She jumped, quickly minimizing the newspaper article to the IT homepage. "Megan, hey! I, uh, didn't see you there. What'cha need?"
Megan Whitlock was the new girl who worked a few desks down from Charlie. They were pretty different, as far as IT crew come. The blonde always wore skirts, was really shy, and was constantly crying over one failed relationship or another. The redhead, on the other hand, had incredibly dorky tee shirts, was outgoing, and hadn't had a relationship since that fairy.
"I was wondering… do you maybe want to grab coffee with me on Saturday?" Megan stammered, her face flushing redder than a tomato.
Charlie quirked an eyebrow, making sure her ears hadn't gone foggy from too many RPGs, "Whitlock, are you asking me out?"
"Um, well yeah, but only if you want to or don't have a girlfriend oh my gosh what am I saying you probably have a girlfriend why wouldn't you I mean you're stunning-"
"I would love to," Charlie cut the woman off, "We can go to the new shop on Maple."
Megan was clearly shocked. "Oh, okay. Cool! See you then." The blonde strode off, a little pep in her step.
Charlie smiled. Megan was pretty cute, and she seemed like a fun girl. However, she needed to get back to the task at hand. The girl reopened the webpage and continued to read. Four kids had been attacked after their third grade class had let out in Patterson, New York. No one had been seen entering the room, but the three boys had been thrown across desks with the biggest injury being a broken arm. The fourth child, a little girl was fine.
The LARPer tilted her head. This seemed like a straight-up ghost, but of who? Charlie reached to her phone, but decided against it. She could handle this, right? It would be easier and less dangerous than a djinn… probably. It was a good six hours away though. She would have to talk her boss into giving her more time off.
Charlie got up and knocked on her boss' door. "Mr. Moran?"
Mr. Moran waved her in. An older gentlemen, he was well-known around the office for having an hard attitude and pieces of food stuck in his mustache. "What is it, Bradbury?"
"I was wondering if I could have a week off?"
"Another one?" Mr. Moran spit, "I just gave you one two months ago, Bradbury! What is it this time!"
Charlie stood up a little straighter and lied through her teeth, "A friend of mine from high school is sick, and this may be the last time I see him before…"
The boss sighed, "I can't be known around the office as the heartless bastard who wouldn't let a kid go see her dying friend. Alright, but, but, I expect you to work overtime without pay to cover the hours you aren't working."
The redhead frowned a little. It really wasn't a perfect situation, but she couldn't let more little kids get hurt. "Thanks, Mr. Moran."
She walked back to her desk and started clearing up her stuff for the day. "Look, H," Charlie said quietly, "Our first real case. We can do this! I think…"
Charlie quickly printed out a copy of the article, turned off the computer, and shoved the rest of her stuff into her bag. She was almost out the door, when she remembered something.
"Megan!" the redhead called across the room, "Raincheck on Saturday? Thanks?" She didn't stick around long enough to hear the muffled okay, the disappointed sigh, or the chatter about her from the rest of the staff. Charlie Bradbury had a job to do.
Hi people! SO this is my first Supernatural fanfiction. A huge thanks goes to preciouspassenger, for all her critiques and ideas. Read and review please!