Charlie paced back and forth. She didn't know how to break the news to Sam and Castiel. Crap crap crap, she thought. They would be so mad. She knew it wasn't her fault. Dean was more than capable of being by himself and it's not like it was her job to babysit him. In fact she'd just come back from a gay bar. But that didn't change the fact she felt a sense of responsibility for Dean. After all, he was the closest thing to family she had. Besides Same of course. Castiel was still relatively strange to her, but she couldn't blame him-no free will for thousands of years after all. She picked up her phone and started dialing Sam's phone number.

"Um, Hello?" sam's voice called out waiting. Shoot, Charlie didn't realize he'd been calling her name. This was really scary.

"Um. Yeah. So." charlie was fumbling around. What good way could you tell someone that their brother just disappeared.

"Charlie" Sam's voiced his alarm warningly.

"Dean's missing." a pause.

"WHAT?" She winced. The bar had been really loud and her ears were still rather sensitive."

"I mean, pretty sure the mess in the bunker was't Dean. At least not all Dean"

"No no no no, this is bad. This is really bad."

"No shit sherlock."

"I'm coming. Right now. Don't do anything."

"Okay but-" The call ended. What should she do know? Right, Castiel would want to know to. After all, even if he wasn't Charlie's #1 he was Dean's.

(Okay there's Sam too but Dean and Cas sounded really cute.) She took a good look at the bunker. Everything was thrown and trashed around, paper everywhere. books all over the ground. She winced at that. Books were something to be treasured, not thrown.

"Umm" this was the first time Charlie prayed to an angel. How did it work?

"I pray to the angel Castiel to tel him to come over. It's really important, uh. Dean's missing." She heard a flutter of what had to be wings. Woah, that was fast, she thought. She turned around to see the angel standing right there. Blue eyes. Really blue eyes.

"What happened?" Castiel looked really tired. He'd been working hard all right, bring back order to the world and stuff. The dark circle under his eyes were darker than ever.

"Well, I came back from a bar, got back here, and Dean's missing." Castiel's blue eyes were intense and Charlie couldn't find it in herself to explain much. She felt a internal freak out happening, but she kept that at bay for now. Not now.

"Are you sure he's gone?"

I mean unless Dean went to go buy the groceries." Charlie drew out sarcastically

"Dean does not like-oh I understand. Sarcasm. I see" Charlie looked at him incredulous before remembering this was the angel who had only recently discovered humans were worth the struggle. More importantly Dean. Not, this was not the time to get distracted.

"No, I'm sure. There's a mess. It looks like someone dragged someone and left. My bet's on kidnap. So Sam said he's coming, and I really need to go to the bathroom, so….make yourself at home?" Charlie knew she seemed a little care not. But that's because this was Dean, he was a big boy. She left the angel looking rather confused trying to take in the rushed information thrown at him. She really had to go to a closed room. Right now.

Charlie threw open the room and locked herself in, choosing to curl into a fetal position in the corner of the bathroom. Then she finally let loose. What if Dean really was kidnapped? Even if Dean was strong, if someone was skilled enough to kidnap him then this was trouble. And let's say he wasn't? Kidnapping might actually be the optimistic option, but tit would be really really bad if they couldn't find Dean. Dean was in trouble she knew it for a fact. She had this connection, this foreboding. In fact it was for that reason she left the bar. Charlie's thought continued to stream out as she was having what she appropriately labeled as an "internal freak out" She'd been having them for years, ever since her mom died. They were rare now, but they still happened. Her panic was abruptly paused as she heard a knock on the door.

"Charlie?" she heard Sam's voice call out.

"Yeah?" she called out weakly.

"You okay?"

"Give me a moment." She took a deep breath in, and deep one out. Just like her therapist said all those eons ago. She finally felt herself calm down and opened the door. She looked at him anxiously.

"So?"

"I think…I think we need to think this through." She could literally see Sam's own freak out, but he was doing a pretty good job at keeping composed. But Charlie was really good at reading people. And she really knew Sam.

"Where's Castiel?"

"Can? He's outside. He thought that you might be a little…"

"Freaked out? Yeah. I'm still not used to this whole supernatural world and…it's Dean."

"Yeah, yeah I know how you feel. That's why I think we should calm down. And find Dean. God know where he is."