A/N - ok, so even though I need another unfinished multi-chap like I need the plague, the plotbunnies have other ideas.
"So how is Sam feeling?" Charlie asked.
Dean glanced over his shoulder, then looked back at the laptop, involuntarily smiling at the Skype connection, which he still thought of as intergalactic video conferencing, like on Star Trek. "He's … holding it together." Dean admitted with a sigh. "Not much change since you were here."
"Hi Charlie," Sam called across the room, his eyes still focused on the ancient text in front of him.
"Well," Charlie grinned. "So if he's up to traveling, I have found us a case. Because I'm awesome like that."
"Whoa, whoa." Dean held up a hand and shook his head. "No. You are not a hunter, and we are busy, trying to figure out how you cure a demon. If this is a legitimate case, and that's still an if, we'll call someone to handle it."
"A mother and an 8 month old baby disappeared." Charlie informed him. "Completely without a trace. All the windows and the deadbolts on the doors were locked from the inside. The lights were on. There was a frozen dinner cooked in the microwave. There was a nightgown laid out on the mother's bed. Everything looked like they were just in another room or something, but there's no trace of them. The last time they were seen was at a store where she bought milk, eggs, and toilet paper, which someone planning to take off probably wouldn't have done."
"Could be our thing." Dean agreed. "Or maybe not. Were there any other disappearances? Any blood? Did the kid's head spin all the way around or something?"
Charlie made a face at him. "I didn't find anything like that. But what caught my attention was that this woman was a huge fan of the Carver Edlund books. She even got mentioned in one of the books. She was a moderator of several forums under the username samlicker81, and ran her own website, . She even named her kid Samantha Deanne. And she apparently was quite a fan of the Wincest slash fanfiction." Charlie raised an eyebrow at Dean. "Something to share with the class?"
"Wincest?" Dean groaned.
"It has its own category on most of the fanfiction websites." Charlie replied, smirking at him again. "And thousands upon thousands of dedicated fans. The two of you are apparently very creative and very committed."
"It's fan fiction, remember?" Dean snapped. "None of it is real! We're brothers!"
"Ok, ok," Charlie tossed her head. "You don't have to convince me. Now, back to the disappearance of the baby and her mother who writes gay porn staring the two of you," she giggled at the look on Dean's face. "Do we have a case?"
"I don't know," Dean frowned. "Could be something for us, could be baby daddy drama or something like that. We really would need more information."
"What if I tell you there were documented traces of sulfur at the scene?" Charlie singsonged.
"I'd say you were holding out on me." Dean glared at the screen. "I'll make some calls … "
"Oh, come on, guys!" Charlie whined. "Let's go check it out. Sam can stay in the motel room and study while you and I question the witnesses. I'll even help with the research as much as I can."
Dean glanced over his shoulder, where Sam was still engrossed in a book. "I dunno, Charlie."
"Please?" she begged. "I'll do all the grunt work. Just come to Delaware with me."
If the Winchesters were dogs, Charlie would have sworn both brothers' ears had just perked up.
"Delaware?" Dean repeated, an odd inflection in his voice.
Sam stood and walked over to stand behind his brother, leaning down to see the screen. "What did you say her name was?" He asked hoarsely.
Charlie checked a paper on the table in front of her. "Becky Rosen. And her daughter, Samantha Deanne Rosen."
Sam dropped to his knees, putting his arms on the table beside his brother and leaning in to look at the screen. "How old did you say the kid was?" he ground through gritted teeth.
"Sam," Dean moaned. He put his elbows on the table and buried his face in his hands. "Tell me … just … no."
"She's eight months old." Charlie chirped helpfully. "Here, I'm emailing you a picture of mother and daughter."
Sam reached across Dean to bring up his email, impatiently refreshing twice before the message appeared.
Charlie knew the moment the picture opened on the other end, because all the color drained from Sam's face, and Dean's eyes widened in shock.
"Son of a bitch," he breathed. "That kid looks just like you did when you were a baby."
"Sweet lord of the rings!" Charlie gasped. "Is this one of Sam's old girlfriends?"
"It's his ex-wife." Dean rolled his eyes.
Charlie squeaked.
"No, she's not." Sam argued. "The marriage was annulled. Legally it never happened."
"Obviously something happened." Dean pointed at the screen.
"Dude, I was drugged, and at the time, we were married." Sam protested. "But I took precautions. I did have at least enough presence of mind for that."
"Obviously not enough precautions." Dean scoffed.
"We don't even know … " Sam trailed off, throwing his hands up. "She could have hooked up with some guy who looked like me. We have no way if knowing if that's my child or not at this point."
"How long were you married?" Charlie asked.
"A little over a week." Sam sighed. "About seventeen months ago."
"And she never made any attempt to contact you afterwards, oh, to maybe inform you that your brief union had been fruitful?" Charlie narrowed her eyes at the screen.
"Um, Dean and I both changed all of our cell numbers as soon as it was over. Not to mention the fact we were underground due to the whole being legally dead because of the Leviathan thing." Sam admitted.
"So she wouldn't have been able to find you if she had needed to?" Charlie pointed out.
The brothers looked at one another.
Dean turned back to the laptop. "Charlie, get packed. We'll pick you up in two hours."