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Author's Note: Hey guys I hope you like this first chapter. I thought it was pretty cool. I hope you do too.

Supernatural

Burnin' For You

Written: January 22, 2007

Dean?

Dean and Sam were sitting at a high top table in bar in Chicago. They had just wrapped up job and were celebrating yet another job well done. Dean had gone up to the counter to get another round when he heard a voice he recognized. He turned and saw Marty.

"Marty? Man, is that really you?"

Marty turned and his eyes lit up, "Dean! Holy shit, what are you doing here?"

Dean and Marty shared a man hug before Sam came over and shook Marty's hand.

"Good to see you again Marty."

"Sam? Damn kid what the hell did you eat to make you that tall?" He laughed.

"So wait, Marty you live here now?" Dean asked.

"Yeah and I think I better tell you guys something before..."

Before he knew it Charlie had walked over and handed him a beer and ten bucks.

"Suckers. God, who do they think they're messing with?"

Dean couldn't believe it, "Charlie?" He breathed.

Charlie then took notice of the two men standing before Marty, "Dean? Oh my god..."

Charlie jumped into Dean's arms and held onto him tightly. Dean returned the hug with great force. She was just how he remembered her. She was a little taller but not much and her hair was the same length and tied into a ponytail. When they pulled apart Charlie looked up at Sam.

"Sammy?"

He smiled, "It was Sam then and it's Sam now. How you been Charlie?"

"Good, really good. Are you guys working a job?"

"Just finished actually." Sam answered seeing as how Dean didn't seem to know how to speak.

"Charlie, don't you think you should tell them?" Marty smiled.

Charlie's heart sunk. Oh no, how could she possibly tell them this? After all these years she didn't think she could do it. But it looked like she didn't need to, Marty blurted it out.

"Charlie and I are engaged!"

No one spoke for a good thirty seconds before Sam snapped out of it and grabbed Charlie into a hug.

"Congratulations Charlie. You too Marty." He said shaking his hand again.

Dean seemed to come out of his trance, "Yeah, congrats. I'll get the next round."

"Dean, you don't have to do that..." Charlie tried.

He locked eyes with her, "I want too."

"So when did you two get together?" Sam asked trying to make conversation.

"Junior year of college." Charlie answered.

"Actually it was sophomore year." Marty corrected with a smile.

Charlie smirked, "Oh yeah...sorry."

"When's the big day?" Dean asked without taking his eyes off Charlie.

"Two weeks from today."

"How did you propose?" Dean wanted to know everything about how this whole catastrophe came about.

"I did it one Christmas and after a little convincing she said yes." Marty said proudly.

"Really Christmas?" Dean couldn't believe the irony in that one.

"I think I'm going to go play another game of pool." Charlie announced after downing her third beer.

"I'll join you."

Dean put down his beer and followed Charlie over to the pool tables. He wanted to say so much to her but he couldn't find the words. Thankfully Charlie knew what to say.

"So um..how's John?"

Dean grabbed stick but wouldn't look at her as he answered, "He died about four months ago."

Charlie moved closer and whispered, "The Demon?" Dean nodded, "Dean, I'm so sorry."

"Yeah...so nine ball?"

"Two bucks a ball?" Charlie propositioned.

"You're on."

They started the game and covered all the most common subjects like the story behind Sam's powers and his girlfriend's death. Dean even told her what his father had told him about Sam. He figured since Sam knew now he could tell the one person he trusted more than anyone. Charlie had told Dean that she wrote novels for teens and had a few awards from them. She also taught kick boxing to girls.

"So...you and Marty huh?"

Charlie sighed, "Yeah, me and Marty."

"Your mother finally got what she wanted."

Charlie laughed and sunk her last ball, "Yep she did and that's 36 dollars you owe me Winchester."

"Double or nothing?"

"Rack 'em."

"He proposed on Christmas? Did you have deja vu?"

"Got that right."

"I see you replaced my ring for his." Dean said nodding to her hand.

"Nope just did some rearranging." She reached into her shirt and pulled out a silver chain that held Dean's ring on it.

Dean couldn't help but smile at the fact that she kept both of his rings, "Do you love him?"

Charlie gave Dean an incredulous look, "Dean, don't ask me that."

Dean smiled, "I'll take that as a no."

"He loves me and he seemed to be the only person that does."

Dean looked up at her and stopped what he was doing, "How could you say that? You knew the way I felt about you."

"Yeah and you left. Marty was the only constant in my life so..."

"So you decided to marry him just so you wouldn't have to be alone?" Dean assumed.

"How dare you Dean? You can't just walk back into my life and act like you know everything because you don't."

Dean walked over to Charlie and got into her personal space. His voice dropped to that husky, sexy voice of his that sent chills down Charlie's spine.

"I know that you're so nervous being around me because you've been biting your nails, I know that if you truly loved Marty my rings would've been in the mail the day after Christmas, and I know that you still love me but you're scared of getting hurt again."

"Dean please..." Charlie hated begging.

"I also know you were just hustled by a Winchester." Dean sunk his last ball and smiled, "Call it even. Night Charlie, thanks for the game and congratulations."

Dean gave her a kiss on the cheek, walked over to Sam, and walked out of the bar with his brother in tow. Marty walked over to Charlie and kissed her but she gently pushed him away.

"It was good seeing them again huh?" He asked.

Charlie only half heard him, "Yeah...it was."