This is loosely based on Perks of Being a Wallflower which means that it doesn't follow everything. Anyway, I hope I did Charlie justice. I haven't really seen that much of Charlie, so it was hard to get inside of her head, but I think I have Dean, Sam, Meg, and Jo down (so that'st good). I hope you enjoy.

Dear friend,

Someone told me that it always helped to write about your pain. I don't know if you care or not, but I just need someone to know about my friend Dean. Let me introduce myself first. I'm Charlie, computer genius, complete geek, and ginger lesbian. I'm not who is important though. I'm merely a pair of lips from which a story will come.

Let's start from the day I met Dean, shall we?

I was the new girl at Roman High School about a year ago. Not only was I a new student, but I was new in the middle of the school year and I was a sophomore.

In first period Algebra 2, the teacher asked me to stand up and introduce myself.

"Hi, I'm Charlie. I moved here from Los Angeles-" A girl in a cheer uniform raised her hand. "Yes?"

"If you're from L.A. how come you're so pale?" She smirked.

"Well,"

"Cassie,"

"Well, Cassie, my parents moved from Scotland in the '80s and I didn't really go to the beach that much." I nodded awkwardly.

"Charlie," a guy raised his hand this time.

"Yes?"

"Will you go out with me?"

"What's your name?" I asked, annoyed.

"Michael; I'm named after the angel."

"Could've fooled me." This got the class to laugh. "I'm a lesbian, so no; I will not go out with you, but thanks anyway." I smiled like I had just told him what time it was.

"Okay, thank you, Miss Bradbury. You may sit down." Mr. Zachariah pointed to a desk in the back of the room where the slackers most likely sat. One guy was asleep. I made my way to the open desk next to the unconscious guy. "Could you please shake Mr. Winchester awake?" The entire room turned to look at the guy.

"Sure," I smiled awkwardly. I poked his shoulder.

"Mmm?"

"Hey, buddy." I whispered, grabbing his shoulders and shaking him.

"What? Yes, my dick is twelve inch-" he suddenly realized where he was. "Shit." He murmured under his breath.

"There'll be plenty of time for you to get the ruler out in detention, Mr. Winchester." Mr. Zachariah stated, making the entire class burst into laughter. "Now, today we're going to learn about…" I zoned out.

"Hey," the now-awake guy whispered to me.

"What?" I whispered back.

"I'm Dean." He smiled, one of his piercing green eyes winking.

"And I'm Charlie, the lesbian." I smirked.

"Oh… Cool." He seemed genuine. "So, being new, you must not have many friends…"

"Thanks?"

"I meant, would you like to have lunch with me, my brother, and some friends?"

"Sure," I smiled gratefully.

"Right… Well, I'll see you at lunch then.

"Yeah."

The rest of class was rather boring. After that, I had Lit and British History. When it was lunch time, I had to ask someone where to find the cafeteria, but after that, I didn't have many complications. I got in the line and waited to be served my lunch: a roast beef (I think) sandwich with lettuce and tomatoes and French fries on the side.

I looked around the enormous room to try and find Dean Winchester and his band of misfits.

"Charlie?" I heard a voice from behind me. I turned around to find Dean smiling.

"Hey."

"Come on. I want you to meet some people." He guided me to his table full of smiling faces.

"Charlie, this is Meg, Jo, and Sam" He pointed to them as he said their names. I sat down and smiled awkwardly at them.

"Hello,"

"Welcome to the island of misfit toys, Charlie. Enjoy your stay." Meg winked at me.

"Thank you… I guess."

"So, you're a lesbian, Charlie?" Meg continued like I hadn't said anything.

"Dean tell you?" I asked.

"Yeah, I tend to like girls too." She winked at me

"That's cool." I felt really awkward.

"Don't listen to Meg. She flirts with anything that has two legs and a pulse." Dean pierced the silence.

"I'll take the former over the latter." She licked her fudge-pop seductively.

"Really? So you'd rather have sex with a corpse with two legs than a living person with one or none?" Jo looked at her in mock disbelief.

"It's all or nothing, sweet pea." Meg replied. I was officially not the topic of conversation, so I relaxed a little and started to eat my fries.

When the final bell rang and the school day was finally over, I passed Sam in the parking lot and he stopped me.

"Charlie," He shouted from about fifteen feet away. I walked over to him and Meg.

"Hey, Sam," I smiled. Meg was looking me up and down and not even making an effort to hide it.

"Do you want to come with us to a party tonight?" Sam asked.

"Sure, I'd love to." I smiled. "But can you pick me up? My parents have this stupid rule about not being allowed to drive after sunset because I wear contacts and I have really bad eyesight so-"

"Charlie, you're rambling." He laughed good-naturedly.

"Sorry, I tend to do that." I smiled. "Here's my address." I said, grabbing his hand and writing my address in his palm.

"Okay, see you at seven."

I stood in front of my closet, staring at all of the clothes that wouldn't work for the party. I finally decided on black jeans, a white blouse, a black blazer, and an Avenger's comic strip tie. I heard the doorbell ring just as I was finishing tying my tie. I ran down the stairs and opened the door, seeing Sam then looking at my Spock watch.

"You're early." I declared after seeing that it was only 6:47.

"Sorry, Dean wanted to get there before everyone else." Sam gave an apologetic smile.

"That's fine; just let me get my shoes, okay? Come in." I motioned for him to sit on the couch as I went to the back door to grab my Wonder Woman converse.

"Sure." He said, sitting and looking way too big for my small grey love seat. I came back in and sat next to him to tie my shoelaces.

"I like your tie-pin." Sam said fingering the deathly hallows tie pin that I was wearing.

"Thanks," I said, blushing. I didn't know why, but for some reason, I was nervous around Sam. "Okay, all done. Shall we?" I motioned for Sam to stand.

"Yeah," He said, walking out behind me. I locked the door and we went to get in Dean's car.

"Sexy car," I said, opening the door. "67 Impala, right?" Sam got in the passenger seat and I got in the front.

"Yeah, you sure know your cars." He looked impressed.

"I love classic cars." I smiled.

"Now, if you two ladies would like to stop obsessing over cars," Sam interjected.

"Bitch," Dean said quite casually.

"Jerk," Sam replied.

The rest of the ride, which lasted all of fifteen minutes, was quite fun. I found out that Dean likes a lot of the same stuff as me; Star Wars, Star Trek, and stuff like that.

"Well, see you two later." Dean said, parking the Impala in front of a house that was obviously where the party was. There was loud music coming from the open windows and doors, teenagers drinking and smoking god knows what on the lawn, and lights flashing from inside.

"Where is Dean going?" I asked.

"To meet someone." Sam stated, obviously not wanting to explain further. "Let's go find Meg and Jo."

"Okay." We walked inside and Sam directed me to the basement. We walked past a pool table with tons of teenagers standing around drinking from red solo cups. A blonde girl offered Sam and me one. Sam took one, but I declined. Sam grabbed my arm and pulled me into another part of the basement where Jo and Meg were sitting on a couch eating brownies and drinking from red cups.

"Hey, Charlie," Meg stood up and wrapped her arm around my waist.

"Hey, Meg," I gotta say, Meg was hot. She was wearing way too tight ripped jeans and a black leather jacket. Her boots were laced up to her knees and they had six inch heels. Under her leather jacket, she wore a red and black striped corset that was lined with lace and fit her flawlessly. Her hair was to her shoulders and brown with streaks of white and black. I could tell that She knew she was hot.

"I'm gonna go say hi to Gabriel." Sam said, walking away.

"Why don't you sit?" Meg said motioning to the couch with her cup. We both sat down and Meg didn't let me go for a second. "Do you want a brownie?" She asked innocently.

"God, yes! I'm starving." I said, taking one and biting into it. It tasted kind of funny and made me feel kind of funny, but it was still good.

After about six brownies I was way past feeling funny and closer to feeling high.

"Can I ask you something?" I turned to Meg.

"Anything, Sugar,"

"Am-Am I high?" I giggled.

"Yes, you are." Meg smiled and laughed.

"Where's Dean?"

"Busy," She said quickly.

"Would you excuse me?" I wasn't really waiting for an answer. I stood up and went upstairs to find a bathroom. I stopped when I passed the kitchen and saw Sam with his arms around some guy. "Hey, Sammy," I said, interrupting. Sam pulled away a little from the guy to look at me.

"Hey, Charlie. This is Gabriel." Sam still had his arms around Gabe's waist.

"Can I have a milkshake? I want a milkshake." I said, ignoring Gabe.

"Sure, Charlie." Sam laughed a little. "I'll see you later." He whispered in Gabriel's ear. He left us alone and I sat on a stool.

"Are you two dating?" I asked, resting my elbow on the counter and my chin on my fist.

"Yeah," Sam smiled in that way that kind of made my heart melt. He pulled the blender out from somewhere and got some ice cream.

"I like you… and your friends."

"I'm glad." He scooped some ice cream and put it in the blender.

"I miss my old friend."

"Was your friend in L.A?"

"She was. She killed herself."

"God, Charlie, I'm so sorry." Sam stopped what he was doing and just looked at me.

"Does this place have a bathroom?" I asked before I would start to cry.

"Up the stairs, second door on the right."

"Thanks." I said, standing up and going up the stairs. "Okay, second door on the left." I opened the door and this is what I saw: "God, Dean, I need you inside me." Some guy in letterman jacket whimpered. Dean was shirtless and the guy was under him. They were kissing and Dean ground his hips into the jock's. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard that you'll always be able to feel me inside you, Cas." Dean said, unbuttoning his jeans.

I stood there, frozen. Cas looked up and froze.

"What is it?" Dean asked, just before looking up and seeing me. Cas jumped away from Dean and started buttoning his pants. Dean stood up.

"It's okay. She's cool. You're cool, right Charlie?" I could only nod. Dean pulled me out of the room and shut the door behind him. "Listen, Cas doesn't want anyone to know that he's gay so-wait" He noticed me giggling. "Are-are you baked?"

"Like a cake." I giggled some more.

"God, Charlie."Dean couldn't help but laugh. "Okay, just… promise that you won't tell anyone about me and Cas." Dean's green eyes were pleading.

"I promise."

"Thanks." Dean looked really grateful.

And that is how I met Dean Winchester and my other friends.

Sincerely,

Charlie Bradbury