Hiya guys, I don't know why or if it's a good or bad thing but lately I've had an urge to write an AU. And I don't really know how this will pan out but I just feel like it needs to be made, so I've not really got much of a plan. In this AU Charlie owns a comic book store called "The Comic Hut". She opened it a little while after she finished school, so she's around 20 here. Will most likely see Charlie playing cupid for her friends and customers, so there's Destiel and Sabriel in there for ya', although I may add other ships later on. Unsure of whether this will contain smut or not, coz' I suck at writing it, or writing in general for that matter; the point is I'm rating it as M+ just to be safe. Enjoy!

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Charlie raised her head expectantly as the bell above the door chimed, but scowled and dropped her head to the desk again when she saw just another guy enter her store. 2 weeks, 2 weeks and not one hot girl she thought sadly. After around a minute she rose ungracefully from her seat and began pacing the store, weaving in between customers, righting displays, and offering her assistance to some of the lost looking individuals browsing the shelves to fight of the boredom she felt creeping into her mind. Deciding it was hopeless she sank into the seat behind the counter again. A vibrating sensation on her hip signalled a text from Dean.

Still on 4 2nite?

Charlie grinned at the text. Dean had been coming by every Friday night since she moved to Kansas for a movie night, almost always the highlight of her otherwise dull weeks. She had anticipated owning a comic book store to be fun, like a magic badge would arrive in the mail and she would instantly become a superhero or something, but so far nothing. Dean was helpful though, knowing how bored she got and often sacrificing his well earned lunch-breaks to come see her. Dean worked at 'Bobby Singer's auto garage', which was run by a gruff but kind man called Bobby Singer and his wife Ellen and daughter Jo. Charlie had never met Bobby or Ellen but heard great things from Dean and Jo. With a smile she text back:

U know it! Bring popcorn or i swear ill slap u.

Wever dork! Hows wrk goin?

Sme as always. Thats borin and tiring. U?

Nt 2 shabby. Got a Mercedes in so thats awesome. Wat movi do u wanna c? Inception is on Netflix.

Just then the bell for the door rung out again as a golden haired man entered the store. He immediately made a b-line for the desk Charlie was sat at. Getting closer she saw his eyes matched his golden hair and he was wearing a green cargo jacket and a smirk.

"Hey Red. This that new store all the cool cats are blabbing bout?" He asked her. She rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, this is the hippest joint in town." Her reply caused him to grin.

"Anyway, you got any Batman comics?" He asked, looking somewhat embarrassed. Seeing the small bat brooch pinned to his T-shirt she smiled knowingly; she had once been nervous about the world seeing her nerdy-ness. When she began embracing it all it was like a second coming-out to her. And for the second time her friends weren't all that surprised.

"Dude, this is a comic book store. Of course we have Batman." At her words he smiled, his bravado coming up again.

"Yeah, well, duh. Anyway I want to know if you have a replacement for-" He pulled a comic from his backpack "this comic. It's one of my favourites but my loser little brother spilled coffee all over it. He says it was an accident, but I tell you; he had a look in his eyes that said otherwise." He faked a look of terror. Charlie had to admit he was pretty funny.

"Yeah, we should have a replacement in stock somewhere. Charlie." She offered a hand.

"Gabriel." He shook it.

"Gabriel?! That's a new one." Charlie laughed.

"Yeah, Mom and Dad were bible bashers and their kids suffer as a result of their suckish names." Gabriel agreed. "It suites me though, I'm crazy." He winked. Charlie held up her hands in front of her.

"Sorry dude, I don't swing that way." She explained.

"Say no more." Gabriel held up his own hands and grinned. "Anyway, about my comic..."

"Oh God yeah, sorry. I'm forgetful like that. I think 90% of my brain is devoted to being a nerd and the other 10% is for everyday crap." She mused as the perused the shelves looking for a copy of Gabriel's comic. Snatching one up she returned to the till and scanned the comic, although she already knew it cost $19.99 off by heart.

"That's $19.99." Gabriel handed her a $20 bill and a piece of white paper.

"And that's my phone number." Charlie huffed.

"I just said-"

"Relax, Poison Ivy; I just wanna hang out as friends. You're pretty cool, for a chick." He clarified. "You do know what friends are, right?" He challenged.

"You do know what a shower is, don't you Sir Stink-a-lot?" She sneered playfully.

"That the best you can do? You're gonna have to do better than that if you wanna challenge 'The Sass Master'." Before she could think of a comeback he put the comic into is backpack and left the store, bumping into Dean who entered. Charlie glanced at the clock; Dean was her right on time at 12:15 just like always.

"Hey Charlie. Why'd you stop texting me? Did Spock steal you SIM or something?" He laughed, proud of his punch line. Charlie however didn't look quite as impressed.

"No, I was talking to a customer. Weird name, he was called Gabriel. That was him just then, the guy you ran over to get over here and talk to me."

"Bite me." Dean grinned as he passed her a plastic bag. "Here's your salad. I swear, you're almost as bad as Sam." He hissed out the food name, causing Charlie to lightly punch his arm.

"Shut it, Commander Calorie."

"Ooh, good comeback. You think of that all by yourself?" He asked as he ruffled her hair.

"Dunno, did you pick out that outfit all by yourself?"

Soon after Dean left and Charlie continued on her boring path until 7:00, when she locked up her store and went home. When Dean arrived they watched Inception like planned, Charlie enjoying it and Dean giving up with the complex storyline, instead opting to try and get as much popcorn as possible in the lamp shade across the room. After Dean left Charlie went to bed without bothering to switch on her alarm; she never did on a Saturday because the shop only opened at 12:00 and she was always awake by then. Laying her head on her Dr Who pillow she stretched before hugging the warm quilt close to her and drifted off to sleep.

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So there you go, what do you think? This is just a little fun, probably won't get too serious unless asked otherwise. Love you guys!