Chapter One: The Spin-Off

"Thanks again, Charlie. You rock."

Charlie smiled at Dean. "I'm not denying it anytime soon." She walked off to her car, giving the Vulcan Salute. "Love you guys!" "Love you too, Charlie!" The Winchesters replied. Charlie hopped into her car.

Cas was dosing in the passenger seat, all buckled up and ready. He looked drowsy. Charlie nudged Cas. His eyes bolted open and he went for his Angel Blade. "Relax, Cas, it's just me, sweetie..." Cas put down the blade. He yawned. "You said we were going last night. It's morning..."

"Sorry. There was this whole mess that happened. Long story short: Oz is real..." Cas nodded. "The Winchesters do find trouble more than most humans... Who is Oz?" Charlie shook her head. Sam had told her Castiel wasn't well-versed in pop culture, but she hadn't expected him to be THIS in the dark. "Okay, first order of business when we get home: we are having a movie marathon. All the classics, some other great ones, the works." Cas nodded drowsily.

Charlie sighed. "It's a thirteen hour drive to Michigan. I'm still tired from yesterday and you look like you need a bed. How about we stop at a hotel and head home later?" Cas nodded. "I would like that very much, Charlie..."

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They pulled over at the second hotel they found (the first was a Motel 6, and Charlie was not in the mood to sleep with one eye open and Cas's blade gripped in her hands...). Cas walked into their room and collapsed on a bed. Charlie set her bag on the other bed. "Okay, this one's mine then..."

Cas grabbed the unused pillow and clutched it tight like a teddy bear. He immediately started snoring. Charlie walked over to the sleeping man, took off his shoes, and grabbed the unused end of his bed's comforter. She pulled it over Cas.

He stirred a bit, but was still asleep. "Dean..." He mumbled in his sleep. Charlie felt a twinge of sympathy. She promised Dean she would take care of Cas. When she'd asked Dean why he couldn't keep his best friend (and possible soul mate, if you believed the subtext of the Carver Edmund books and forums...), he just grunted "It's complicated." And she didn't want to pry and ask Cas.

She took her shoes off and got into her bed, and giggled a bit. A socially awkward fallen angel living with a geeky, tech-savvy lesbian. It was like the premise of a sitcom. "Well..." She thought, "Dean and Sam are living in a bunker with a prophet, and The King of Hell trapped in their basement. This is kind of the spin-off. Charlie and Cas: Wednesdays this fall." And with that, she decided to go to sleep.

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AN: I just wanted to do a little side project of fluffiness. I'm still not totally over the end of "I'm No Angel", and after the recent chapter I wrote for "The Life and Times..." kinda depressed myself, I wanted to do something fun. So I hope you enjoy! *Insert Disclaimer*