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Chapter Two

Sam sat in the front seat, fiddling with the knobs on the car's radio. Dean had set all the stations to thins like 101.9FM – Rrrreal Rrrrock! He sighed as he tried to find something that didn't involve muscle cars and girls in short skirts. Finally he settled on ACDC (the best he could tolerate) and leaned back in his seat to stare broodingly but patiently out of the windscreen, waiting for his brother.

He had met Charlie only twice, the last time being when Dean had come back four years earlier. He had been interested in finding out who had captured his brother's affections and was dutifully surprised when they had actually met. She had a completely different personality and looks to what his brother usually went for. Still, he knew better than to talk about her to Dean, who refused steadfastly to discuss her. He had broken that unspoken rule only once, and it didn't go well.

They had been on the main highway to Minnesota - it was a clear day with bright sunshine, but the wind had a deep chill. Dean was driving, his eyes focused on the road in front of them. Sam sat staring glumly out the window. He counted the white lines on the road as they flew by…fifty, sixty, seventy – until the sudden urge to speak took a hold of him.

"How did you meet her?"

Dean looked over at Sam, blinking in the light. "How did I meet who, college boy?"

"Charlie."

Dean's eyebrows shot up his forehead. "What?" There was no mistaking the surprise in his voice.

Sam scrutinized his brother's face. "You said her name last night in your sleep."

Dean looked up, a sceptical expression on his face. "I did not."

"You did too!"

Dean glanced at the road, and then at his brother. "Dude, I didn't."

The disbelief in Sam's voice made it higher than usual. "You did! How would you know, if you were asleep?"

"Dude, I don't do that sort of stuff." Dean looked amused.

Sam frowned. "What sort of stuff?"

Dean shrugged, drumming his fingers on the wheel. "Calling out people's names and…" he paused, making a face. "Carrying around inner burdens. You know, all that heavy emotional stuff."

"All that heavy emotional stuff," Sam repeated, shaking his head in disbelief and resuming staring out the window.

"What?" Dean looked over at his brother's incredulous face.

"Nothing." Sam bit his lip like he did when he was holding in something in. Dean had seen him do that many a time to their father.

Then he realised what Sam was implying and sighed. "Dude, I have emotions."

"Yeah, right." Sam shook his head, knowing that this conversation was useless.

Dean exhaled exasperatedly. "I do."

"Mmmm." His brother made a non-committal sound in his throat, and Dean felt a sudden flash of anger.

"Well, what would you know? You're too caught up in your own little world to know what's going on anywhere else anyway. And just cause I don't feel the need to hug or talk about 'how I feel' every ten minutes doesn't mean I am an emotional retard." He snapped, and in his anger he accelerated heavily, making the car lurch forward.

"Jesus Dean, be careful!"

"I know how to drive ok! And enough with the pestering me already!" Dean glared at the road, his knuckles white from his vicelike grip on the wheel.

Sam ground his teeth in annoyance, his jaw rigid with irritation. Dean always made him feel like a stupid petulant boy – just like his father did – and he hated that more than anything.

Ten minutes passed before Dean broke and looked over at Sam, who was staring moodily at the scenery. Feeling ashamed of his outburst (though he would never admit it to him) he sighed.

"I met her at school, when we were seniors in our final year."

Despite himself, Sam looked over interestedly. He made sure, however, to keep the annoyed expression on his face in case Dean looked up, even though he knew that this was his odd way of trying to apologise. Dean however, had his eyes carefully fixed on the highway.

"I was giving one of the freshman a hard time and she came over and told me to stop. So I started on her - and we ended up having an argument in front of half the school and she slapped me. And I got suspended. She was an A grade student and the principal loved her, so all she got was a detention. It turned out that she was in my biology class and as part of the punishment they put us together for one of the experimental investigations."

Sam smirked. "Let me guess. Love at first sight after initial tribulations?"

"Hardly." Dean's face looked lopsided with a wry grin. "She was near top of the class and I made it as difficult as humanely possible for her. We fought every step of the way and we ended up getting a C for it." Dean smiled, memories evident on his face. "She was so angry. Somehow she found out our address and she came around. You and dad were out somewhere and I was trying it on with a girl, she came bursting in and yelling at me and her hair was flying everywhere and her eyes were massive and…" his voice faltered. "I guess I decided that she was kind of cute." He said in a rush. "Took me a month to get her to go on a date with me."

He looked over at Sam, who quickly wiped the smile off his face to look serious. Dean laughed and smacked him over the head with the palm of his hand.

"The rest is history, little brother."

Sam stretched out his feet as he reflected on that moment that happened so many years ago. He really knew nothing about Charlie, other than she was the only girl that Sam saw Dean get nervous about. He wondered what Dean planned to do once he had talked to her. Sam hadn't really been keen on asking him for details, he was already tetchy enough and Sam wasn't in the mood for arguing. He supposed that he would just go and talk to her tonight and then meet up in the morning. Thus, he was very surprised when he saw Dean and Charlie emerging from the lamplight near where they were parked, hand in hand and heading for the car.

Sam shifted to an upright position rather quickly. No way had Dean forgotten that he was in there. But they got closer and closer until a sudden realisation passed over Dean's face and he stopped, jerking Charlotte as she took a step forward and met resistance. At the same time Sam dived for the back seat, desperately wrenching his legs over the transmission tunnel and making himself as small as possible, covering his figure with an old blanket that Dean conveniently insisted on keeping.

"Everything alright?" Outside, Charlie looked at Dean with concern.

Dean saw Sam head for the backseat and quickly stepped in front of the car, blocking it from her view.

"Aaaaaaaaah, yes!" Dean threw her a boyish smile. "I just, err, wanted to say, ah, what a beautiful night it was and how much I missed you."

Charlotte dug her hands in her pockets, looking at him suspiciously. "The only time you tell me you've missed me is when you want wild, gratuitous sex."

Dean blinked. "Well, I wouldn't say no to that. But can't I say something nice and possibly romantic?"

Charlie looked at him amusedly.

"Seriously!" Dean looked hurt.

"How about you open the car door for me and we drive somewhere before I freeze my butt off."

"Good call." Dean scrunched up his nose, relief flooding him when he turned to face the car to see that Sam had disappeared from sight.

"I missed you too." Charlie whispered in a soft voice, standing on her tip toes and kissing him on the cheek, making hairs stand up on the back of his neck.

Much to his own embarrassment he blushed, and coughing quickly to cover it up he fumbled with the door handle before pulling the door open and shutting it behind her. He walked quickly around the front of the car, searching for his keys in his pocket and then realising he must have left them in the ignition.

"You're keen," she remarked as he slid into the driver's seat, feeling Sam's knees sticking through the seat and into his back.

"Sorry?" he said, thanking his lucky stars that Sam hadn't folded himself away behind the passenger's seat.

"Leaving your keys in the ignition. You rich enough to give away your cars now?"

Dean grimaced, feeling apprehensive. Surely she would notice Sam soon. "I wish."

It took Charlie ten minutes to realise that Sam was squashed in the back. She turned to check out the back window (at which Dean's heart started thumping again) and as her eyes raked down the interior she noticed a sneaker. And she noticed that sneaker was being partly covered by a pair of jeans. And attached to that pair of jeans was a person. She must say, she did think it was sweet of Sam to try and stay out of her and Dean's way. She had only met him a few times, but she had liked him immediately. But she could tell by Dean's continual glancing in the rear vision mirror and his nervous laugh that he was trying very hard to cover this up. And it had almost worked – the shape was almost unrecognisable as a human figure, but there were just a few telltale lumps that gave it away. For a moment she thought about letting it slide, Dean was obviously embarrassed – but then she knew she would regret it if she didn't make the most of her opportunity to have a little fun with him.

Turning back around and acting like everything was normal (Dean's heart rate returned to a mildly fast beat) Charlie directed him to an affordable but nice hotel on the outskirts of town. It was nearly nine o'clock when they glided up to the corner, Dean killing the engine and looking over at Charlie in the passengers seat.

She smiled, playing up her shy face and taking his hand in hers. "Dean…"

"Mmmm?" He smiled back, entwining their fingers.

"I don't know what to say…"

"You don't have to say anything." He said reassuringly, trying to catch her eye.

Charlie stared at their hands for a moment before deftly unclipping her belt and climbing over to Dean's side of the car, managing to manoeuvre herself so that her knees rested on either side of his legs. They were very close. He could feel the warmth of her breasts pressed up against his chest, and her breath tickled his lips. He snaked him arms around her and she took his head in her hands. They were perfect silhouettes, illuminated by the moonlight.

This time Charlie kissed Dean first. Leaning in and pressing her lips to his, she drew him in, running her fingers through his short spiky hair and pulling their faces closer. It was only after a few minutes that Dean remembered that his younger brother was in the seat behind him and could probably see everything that was going on. This thought was horrifying enough to make Dean pull away.

"Is everything ok?" She paused.

"Ah. Well, maybe we shouldn't do this here. We could get arrested or something."

"Arrested? Out here at this hour? No way." She kissed him again, but again he pulled away.

"Look, I really…don't think….this is a good idea." He said in between kisses, his knees weak either with apprehension, excitement or blood loss.

"Come on Dean," she whispered, kissing him softly behind his ear. "It's not like your brother is watching or anything."

Dean stiffened. "Of course he isn't. What would make you say a thing like that? Man, that's so weird. I can't believe you would say that." He stuttered, glad she couldn't see his obvious lie on his face.

Charlotte put her hands on his shoulders to push herself up and looked at his face, before shaking her head and reaching past him, pulling the blanket off from over Sam.

"Hi Sam."

Dean's head slumped.

"Hi Charlie." Sam said, blushing and feeling painfully embarrassed. "How have you been?"

"Fine thanks. And yourself?"

"Not too bad."

Dean's head snapped up and he craned his neck to look at Sam. "Damn boy, what are you doing here? Are you spying on me again? Go on, get out of here."

Charlie rolled her eyes. "Shut up Dean."

"What?" he questioned, meeting her eyes defiantly.

She laughed, sitting back on her heels and resting against the steering wheel. "Oh you are such a bad liar."

Dean shrugged offhandedly, trying his like with a charming smile. "It was worth a try."

Still chuckling, Charlie clambered back over to her side, opening the door and walking around the car to lean against the driver's side. Dean followed suit and Sam scrambled out after him.

"Well, I guess I should be going…" Sam gestured to the car after a pointed look from Dean.

Charlie shot him a look, before smiling kindly at Sam. "There's a great little café in the lobby. Do you want to come in have a coffee with us?"

Sam saw Dean send him another well-directed stare out of the corner of his eye. "No, I have some friends in town I want to visit…"

"Would you stop it with the sending him looks already? God, way to treat your brother." Charlie challenged Dean.

"What? It's not a crime if I don't want my geeky brother hanging around with us."

"Dean! Don't call your brother that!"

"Come on, that's what he is!"

"Are we back in high school or something?"

"Don't you get that sarcastic tone with me!"

"I haven't got any tone! And I'll take whatever tone I like!"

Sam couldn't help but be amused at Dean's face. "Seriously," he interrupted his brother mid sentence, looking at Charlie who had her arms crossed. "I'm fine."

She sent Dean a withering look and he made a face. Frowning slightly, she considered Sam and looked doubtful. "Well…only if you're sure."

Sam nodded.

"See you later then little brother. Look after my car." Dean said shepherding, Sam into the car, and shutting the door. Charlie sent him an apologetic look.

"Bye Sam." She waved, and Sam watched as the pair walked away, Dean putting his arm around her and she whacked him on the stomach, although after a momentary pause she kissed him on the cheek.

Sam smiled and shook his head, and putting the car in gear he waved as he roared past.

Trust Dean.

TBC