A/N - This story is for my very good friend, Charlene D.! It's a story trade, I'm writing for her OC Charlie, she's writing for my OC Amanda!

As some of you may know we, me and Charlene D., have done a story trade before, so this story is a follow up to my story for her "You, Me, Equal Them?" It's not quite a sequel since it doesn't take place directly after that story, but rather a story a few hunts down the line in a series of stories. Charlene has her own series of stories and this I wrote as if it were to be placed somewhere in her series. It's set somewhere in season 1, so Dean's 26 and Sam's 22, while Charlie is 19-going on 20!

Rating is 'T' for language and perhaps maybe some slight sexual situations later on, but nothing heavy. Just like make-out stuff, that's it.

The theme of the trade is that the stories had to have something to do with Halloween! Her story for me is called "Learning The Hard Way"! It's AWESOME you guys should definitely go check it out! I LOVE IT!

** I know I don't own Supernatural, but I do own my thoughts. Basically I own what you don't recognize, except for Charlie as mentioned she's Charlene D.'s OC. I won't mention this again with this story because it's been said and done, now everybody knows that! **

Hope you enjoy this Charlie! ;) Without further waiting...


~Bury Me Dead~

"Dean…don't you dare." Charlie warned the older Winchester backing up slowly with her hand in front of her to show him she meant business and to try and stop him if he darted at her.

As the patented smirk, which Charlie has seen repeatedly since joining the Winchester brothers; spread across Dean's face he picked up his pace chasing his elusive Butterfly. His Butterfly, whom he adored the hell out of because she took everything that he threw at her while she learned the ropes of hunting.

"Crap," Charlie muttered while running away from Dean, who held a windshield wiper in his hand. They were currently at the junk yard to get some parts for the Impala. The beautiful classic beast of a car had taken some damage on the last hunt because Dean felt like being a reckless cowboy. It quickly turned into a full on chase that Sam stood by and watched.

"Children," he muttered shaking his head while he tapped away on his laptop that sat…well on his lap, but at the same time he was happy to see Dean at such a good point in his life.

They had been on the road with Charlie for about 6 months now, nearing the end of October and still haven't found their father. The road has been quite an interesting one with its ups and downs. Charlie has learned a lot about hunting, that's not to say she's done learning because that's far from the truth. There are things that even Sam and Dean don't know about hunting. But all things considered she's learned a lot for starting off with having no background in hunting whatsoever.

How Charlie wound up staying this long is a question that remains unanswered at the moment, but Sam likes to think that it has something to do with Dean really liking Charlie. She was a college student at the University of North Carolina where the youngest Winchester had found a hunt. There had been a string of couples disappearing, five to be exact, dating back 60 years. They had thought that the campus legend about, Gimghoul Castle, Peter Droomgroole, and Fanny had something to do with the disappearances. Peter and Fanny had had a romance that stood the test of time as their spirits tried to reunite to move on, but were always thwarted of that goal by a certain jealous rival of Peter's named Joseph that vied for the attention of Fanny. Joseph eventually challenging Peter to a duel, effectively killing him. This Peter and Fanny just happened to look exactly like Dean and Charlie, being their doppelgangers; so they were pulled into this never-ending romance story to end it. But that's just how they met.

Charlie ran through some aisles of broken down cars that were left for others to salvage off of and found a decent enough vehicle to hide in. The back door opened with a creak and she looked about paranoid hoping that he didn't hear it. Then slipped into the backseat slowly closing the door, not slamming it. Just a few short minutes later as she was still trying to calm her breathing Dean ran past the vehicle she hid in crouched down on the floor.

Dean stopped as the cool fall wind behind him carried and swirled colorful autumn leaves and a familiar scent around him. It was Charlie's perfume. He turned around eyes scanning the area with his smirk turning to a soft smile, 'She has to be nearby.' he thought to himself. Then he spotted the partially opened door of an old 50s Cadillac. He retraced his last few steps and peeked in the front passenger window to see a slumped figure down on the floor behind the front seat. The older Winchester brother got an idea in his head and walked around to the other side of the car that has it's back driver's side window opened, obviously using his super stealthy hunter skills to his advantage.

Charlie heard Dean's footsteps walk further away from her and let out a sigh of relief. Though a few moments later, "Owww!" she jumped up onto the seat as something jabbed her hind end. She squirmed around a bit, then heard that all too familiar chuckle and glared up at Dean. "What the hell was that for?" she asked rubbing where the wiper poked her, though she'd sooner consider it a stab than a poke.

Dean opened the back passenger door while he scanned the surrounding area because that's who he is. He slid in giving Charlie that smile that she was sure could convince the world into world peace, but then start up the whole conflict of which world leader gets Dean Winchester counteracting the whole world peace work it had previously did. "I just had too." Dean said and leaned over to his girl for a kiss.

"Uh-uh, no way." she pulled away from him sliding over to the other door crossing her arms. "You stabbed me."

"I'm sorry Butterfly." Dean said looking sincere, but when Charlie blushed a little bit at his nickname for her, he leaned in again with that mischievous smirk.

"Don't you 'I'm sorry Butterfly.' me with that smirk." Charlie scolded him, but he kept right on leaning in for that kiss. "I mean it Dean. That hurt." she added shrinking as far from him as she could, effectively curling up into herself on the seat.

Hovering above her, Dean replied, "I mean it too, I'm sorry." Then he put his arms around her and somehow pulled her up into a sitting position beside him in the backseat of the old 50s Cadillac. Charlie eyed the windshield wiper cautiously. Dean saw this and smacked her thigh with it, the chuckle followed as if it were his actions shadow.

Charlie immediately backhanded his arm hard. "You fu…" she started, but Sam knocked on the window. Both Charlie and Dean turned to look at him.

"As soon as we can get out of here we have a hunt to take care of." Sam replied holding up his laptop to the dirty with age window. Even through the dirty window Charlie and Dean caught a glimpse of the words: 'accident', 'death', and 'horror fans'. They then swapped looks with a smile and got out of the 50s Cadillac.

"Where is it Sammy?" Charlie asked taking the laptop off of him, which Sam was used to when it came to Charlie looking into info for whatever their current hunt was. He was also used to both Dean and Charlie calling him Sammy, but it didn't bother him quite as much when she called him that.

"Louisiana." Sam said and waited for Charlie's reaction, which was an excited wide eyed smile. Now smiling he added, "Deep down in the bayou."

"What do you think it is?" Dean asked tossing the windshield wiper in the backseat of the Cadillac. "Better not be some voodoo hoodoo queen."

"Oh come on Dean! That'd be cool! I've always wanted to confront one and ask them why they do all that evil crap." Charlie smiled up at Dean.

Dean stuck his tongue in his cheek tugging Sam's laptop from her grasp and quickly glancing over the article. Charlie tried to grab it back from him and started a little tug of war match over the laptop, which Dean won because he somehow managed to hold it above his head.

Sam stood by yet again watching their interaction. With a huff and shake of his head he said, "I don't know it could be a number of things. I was thinking that we should check the place out first before getting too far into a theory."

Charlie snapped her fingers and smiled, "Ah-ha! Smart man!" She reached up pulling Sam's face down to hers and quickly kissed his cheek, then turned to Dean. "He's smart, isn't he?" She stuck her tongue out at him and walked back to the Impala. 'Ha ha! Dean's probably all jealous! He can't take a joke!' she thought to herself as she rounded the back end of an old Jeep into the next aisle.

Sam smiled and snickered a bit at Dean's raged face, which quickly ceased when the older glared hard at him.

"Don't be gettin' any ideas." Dean said threateningly before following the path that Charlie had taken.

Sam shook his head and he too followed Charlie back to the Impala.


Driving nearly non-stop for what seemed an eternity, but was really more equivalent to a day, Dean pulled over at a run-down motel. It being the only one he's seen for the last fifty miles or so. He turned to look at his two passengers, both asleep. Sam slumped over head rested on the passenger window and Charlie stretched out in the backseat with his beaten brown leather jacket covering her like a blanket. He got an idea. He started the Impala back up and drove over to the other side of the parking lot, which a truck driver was just about to hop back up into the cab of the semi.

After a quick talk with the truck driver, Dean quietly slid back into the driver's seat of his beloved Impala and pulled up closer to the truck, then leaving the Impala running and the music softly playing he nodded at the truck driver.

Suddenly the air horn of the massive truck broke out into the night screaming away like a demon in the middle of an exorcism as Dean yelled cussing 'turning' the steering wheel.

Both Sam and Charlie sat upright at the sudden commotion only to see blinding light in front of them, the semi-truck's headlights; and yelled for Dean to watch what he was doing.

After a moment, Dean started to laugh hysterically sliding down in his seat and then the blinding lights receded backward, then off into the night. Trying to shake the bright lights from their eyes, the passengers realizing that they had been duped into thinking that their lives were at risk glared at Dean as he exited the vehicle to catch some air before he died of asphyxiation, loss of oxygen; due to his side-splitting laughter.

"We are so getting him back for that." Charlie seethed before exiting the Impala as well. "You are an ass you,…you douche nozzle!" She pointed a firm finger at him then threw his leather jacket into his face. As the jacket slid into his waiting hands, she added, "Don't think that we'll be sharing a bed either!" Then she stormed off to the motel lobby getting the room for them with her own fake credit card.

"Man, what the hell was that for?" Sam exclaimed slamming the passenger door closed, eyes wide with rage. His breath condensing into a fog in the cool midnight autumn air.

Dean turned to face Sam with surprised, slightly angry eyes. "Had to wake you two up somehow." he retorted keeping his cool because he realized he wouldn't exactly like to be woken up that way, but at the same time it was just a joke.

"You could have done it differently!" Sam said with tight lips and then he went around to the trunk and waited for Dean to open it.

Pulling the keys from the ignition and walking back to the trunk, Dean muttered, "And there's the return of the Sammy bitch-face."

"What?" Sam asked not quite hearing his brother correctly.

"Don't worry your pretty little head about it Samantha." Dean smirked yanking his and Charlie's duffels from the back end of the Impala. Sam scowled at his brother, who rather simply closed the trunk with that smirk still on his face.

"Hey morons! You coming or what?" Charlie asked holding her arms out with the keys dangling from her right hand. Pissed from getting woken up like she did. Not wasting a moment longer waiting on the Winchesters, Charlie hastily walked off to the motel room she rented for the night.

"Now you see what you did?" Sam asked turning back to Dean. "You got Charlie pissed. Thank you very much."

"You're welcome." Dean smiled widely clapping his younger brother on the back.

Sam cocked his head to the side, "You do remember what happened last time you got her pissed right?"

The older Winchester thought about that for a moment and then realization hit him. "We're not letting her alone in the store by herself for awhile." And then started to the room.

Sam laughed as he teased his brother, "Afraid of a little bit of butter slathered on the floor?"

"Hey,…" Dean turned to face his brother holding his hand out, "that shit hurt."

Laughing once more, Sam said, "You big ole bawl baby."

"Bitch." he said turning back to the motel before them.

"Jerk." Sam replied following his brother.


The next day around noon, the Winchesters and Charlie arrived in Louisiana. With excitement clearly on her face Charlie asked, "Where's the haunted creepy hay ride?" As they looked at what seemed to be an orchard.

A nearby trailer door was flung open by a young irate woman, and a man in a business suit carrying a briefcase rapidly exited. The young irate woman and another young woman followed the man. The calm woman gently closed the trailer door looking on as the other two argued.

"Our people have nothing to do with this!" the irate woman seethed glaring up at the man, turning him to face her.

"It happened on these premises." the man shot back yanking his arm away from her. "I'm sorry, but it's what has to be done." he said holding a hand out to indicate that it was not his problem and walked away.

As the man walked away the irate young woman held her forehead due to the overwhelming headache and then kicked at the dust on the ground in the direction of the man muttering foul curses under her breath. "Stupid son of a f…" she stopped upon seeing the hunters and a crowd gathering. She quickly glanced behind at the other woman and back to the crowd. "Nothing to see here, move along." More a demand than anything else.

The crowd immediately dispersed as if she were someone important and not to be taken lightly. Everyone dispersed except for Sam, Dean, and Charlie.

"Take it they're the owners?" Dean quietly asked Sam, who nodded.

"Can we help you?" the angry owner asked and promptly added sourly, "If a job is what you're looking for, we can't help you at the moment."

Thinking quick Charlie said, "Uhh,…no. We're here for the haunted hay ride. Do you happen to know the next…"

"Showtime?" the irate woman said with a nod. "6:30. You're lucky. Might get to go on one of the last rides. Anything else?"

"Amber." the other calm woman warned the irate one.

The one called Amber rolled her eyes, "Back later." she waved her hand over her head as she stalked off.

"I'm sorry. There's been some uhh,…" the calm woman looked back at Amber only to see her kick the tire of the caramel apple stand. "…some troubles." She looked back at the trio with a smile, "I'm Sarah, by the way." Then she extended her, hand shaking their hands getting introductions just incase they did want a job. "Is there anything else that I can help you with Dean, Charlie, and…Sam?" Sarah smiled a bit more a Sam than the other two.

"Yeah." Dean started slowly while looking at Sam blush just a little bit. "You wouldn't happen to know where the local motel is, would ya? Kinda want to stay in town for uhh,…" he looked over at Sam, "the events happening around here."

After receiving directions from Sarah, the hunters checked into a nice looking motel about 5 minutes down the road. Where they gathered some more information on this hunt.

"So refresh me again on what has been happening." Dean said through a mouthful of local Cajun food, which he nodded in approval at it's deliciousness.

Sam frowned a bit at Dean's ability to not pay attention to a thing he says.

Rolling her eyes, Charlie rattled off some of the key points about this hunt. "Two murders so far and probably more to come considering the pattern that Sammy boy found linking previous haunted attractions, that no longer exist; together. The deaths weren't of natural causes either. Autopsy reports found strange markings on all the victims at the back of their necks at the base. Which Sammy boy found out the markings to be of old Gaulish and French origins. Which this is where I let the smart one take over." She smirked a smart-ass smirk over at Dean, then laid back down on her bed. Annoyed that earlier she had to act happy, when all she wanted to do was rip Dean apart for waking her and Sam like he did the previous night.

"Thank you Charlie." Sam said like a teacher proud of his star student.

"Bite my head off, why don't cha." Dean grumbled ignoring Sam's comment, then wiped some sauce off of his shirt that dripped off of his food, but it only smeared into a stain. "Damn it! Explain Gaulish to me." he added quickly as he stood up.

"Very old Irish." Charlie replied in a bored fashion.

Looking away to his notes, while Dean threw his shirt aside and grabbed another; Sam explained the markings as best he could. "As Charlie said, they're old Gaulish or Irish and French mixed origins, and have something to do with a curse. From what little information that is out there about it, the curse was bestowed upon various items that belonged to a seer, soothsayer, or sorcerer of sorts, basically an old school witch. As you and I both know, witches are of commonplace around these parts of Louisiana." Sam said directly to Dean.

The older Winchester winced at the thought of dealing with witches.

"The cursed item grants you what you want, then somehow it takes it back through dire consequences." Sam added.

"By the looks of things, the markings get on the victims because they come wanting to be scared and they're quite literally scared to death." Charlie piped up.

"That's all we know about the curse and the deaths." Sam sighed setting some of his research aside and pulling some websites up on his laptop. "According to each of the victims' social networking accounts, they were excited to go to 'Gripke and Kamble: Hellion Tour', a traveling haunted hay ride attraction."

"Like a circus." Dean smiled happily sitting back down at the table.

"Yep, exactly like a circus." Sam nodded.

Still smiling happily and now chuckling the older Winchester asked, "So how did these victims die? What was the situation?"

Sifting through another pile of research, Sam pulled a few pages out. "Uhh, well both the victims so far are from out of state. The first victim being a Mallory Allington. She died in the 'Psych Ward' portion of the attraction. She was found strapped into the mock electric chair. Her hair on end and electricity traveling from fingertip-to-fingertip. Her fingerprints burnt off, almost charred. Marking on the back of her neck."

"The latest victim, a Grant Styles was found barely alive in the woods beyond the orchard. Noose around his neck, hung on a tree…" Charlie started.

"Thought you said there were two deaths?" Dean interrupted, quickly glancing up from his food which he had now resumed eating.

Sitting up, Dean's girl said, "If you hadn't interrupted you'd have an answer to that question." All Charlie got in return was an unimpressed glare, which she easily returned as she continued. "Grant died on the way to the hospital in the ambulance. The EMT's told officers that Grant was hallucinating. Reportedly he was carrying on about a headless man that was following them behind the ambulance. And I quote from the police report, 'Suddenly, we just saw Grant's face collapse into itself as if he had just been in a collision.' Both EMTs that responded are currently on paid leave for therapy."

Suddenly deciding that his food wasn't that appetizing anymore, Dean slid his food away from him. "Did the EMTs say anything else about the incident?"

"Nope." Sam said closing up his laptop. "They're the only witnesses we have so far."

"And the victims being from out of town that rules out family. Friends?" Dean asked looking between both.

"Mallory's boyfriend was on a piss break and Grant's buddies dared him to go to the attraction by himself. His friends were all accounted for at a party in Minnesota." Sam explained.

"Why the hell did Grant travel so far for a traveling haunted attraction?" Dean asked screwing up his face in confusion.

"Why do you do stupid shit?" Charlie asked, then laughed as she stood up. "That's right! You and Grant are in the same boat, you're both dumb-asses!"

Standing up, Dean shot back, "I'm a dumbass? Got news for ya sweet cheeks...I'm the smartest dumbass you'll ever know. I'm borderline genius."

Charlie snickered and then out right laughed in his face. "Genius? You? That's goddamn hysterical!"

"I have my moments, woman!" Dean bellowed.

"Yeah, moments when you're experiencing male-PMS." Charlie returned the shot.

Sam stared between them as they argued, which was normal. They argued about anything and everything. Foul curses a normal thing between them. He sighed delving deeper into some more research thinking to himself, 'This is going to be another pain in the ass case.'


A/N - Did you catch the title of the traveling haunted attraction? … Go look at it again. …*laughs*… Funny, right? I think it's funny!

Oh yeah, and the Sarah in this story isn't at all the Sarah from the episode 'Provenance'.

How do you like? I love reviews! Thanks for reading!