Charlie woke abruptly in survival mode. She was completely shaken up.
She was just going about her day to day business when a random stranger in a trench coat said something about Sam and Dean and reached out two fingers and tried to touch her forehead. She knew that the man could have been dangerous so she attacked him. She got a few good hits in before he knocked her out.
She looked around the room that she was placed in and began assessing her situation. She checked for injuries and came up blank. Next up she stared closely at the room she was in and gasped. It was her room in Sam and Dean's bunker. She calmed down slightly but remained alert.
"It could be a trap," she murmured to herself "only one way to find out!" Slowly, she made her way over to the door and eased it open.
She pulled her concealed knife from its hiding place in her boot. Cautiously, she walked down the old metal stairs and into the room in which she saw Dean along with the man who had attacked her.
"What the fuck is going on?!" Charlie whispered to herself but unfortunately for her Dean heard her and turned around.
"Hey Charlie!" said Dean with a grin. Charlie froze "Charlie?" Dean's grin turned into a confused glare. Charlie's eyes widened in shock and her jaw dropped.
"You...he...what the fuck?!" She gasped. Dean began walking towards her but she stepped back, "get the hell away from me!" Dean stood still in shock and confusion.
"Charlie what's wrong?" Asked Dean urgently.
"Don't pretend that you don't know! Fuck you I'm out of here!" She yelled as she turned to run.
"Not a chance kiddo, get your ass over here, we need to talk"
"Not a chance? Up yours ass hole!" Charlie ran towards the door but was blocked by a 6 foot 5 wall.
"Hey Charlie you're up! Where are you going so fast?" Asked Sam placing his hands gently but firmly on Charlie's shoulders. She shrugged his hand's off of her shoulders.
"Why are you pretending that you don't know?!" Asked Charlie angrily. Sam took a step towards her but she backed away yet again. "Don't touch me! Don't you dare touch me! I thought I could trust you!"
"Charlie, you can trust us. Calm down. Just let us explain." said Sam
"No. I'm outta here. See you later backstabbers!" hissed Charlie. She turned around to walk away only to bump into Castor. He tapped her head and she faded out of consciousness. Sam caught her before she hit the floor.
"Thanks Can." muttered Dean as Sam was scooping Charlie into his arms.
"You're welcome. You need to take care of her. She has been through many horrors and she needs you." Before Dean could ask Cas about the 'horrors' Charlie had been through, he was gone. Dean shook his head and sighed.
"Take her back to her room. I'm gonna go and lock the door so she doesn't run away and get hurt." They split up and did their assigned tasks.
...later on...
"Dean, I'm gonna go and check on Charlie." muttered Sam as he got up from the couch.
"Alright be careful. She's a fighter."
"okay" Sam took off in the direction of Charlie's room. He approached the door cautiously as he thought to himself that he'd rather be facing a ghost or a demon right now. He pulled open the door slowly and gasped.
"Dean! Dean get your ass in here!" Sam bellowed from the top of his lungs.
"What's wrong Sammy?!" Asked Dean as he walked into Charlie's room, "Son of a bitch".
Charlie's bed was vacant and a note lay on the pillow. 'Smell ya later bitches'...
To be continued