Chapter 2
Dad's on a Hunting Trip...

Many Years Later…

MIT was a school for the technically minded, some of the brightest of our day. One of those bright people was Charlie Winchester.

Charlie sat in her dorm room doing what she did on most days, which was either hacking into a large corporation just for the fun of it, or playing World of Warcraft.

"DAMN IT! TANK THE MOBS! NOT THE BOSS!" she yelled frustratingly into her microphone at her raiding party. The day of this failed raid was November 1st of 2005. It had been some time since Charlie had been rushed as a baby from her burning house, and it was a day she didn't like to be reminded of, nor the rest of her childhood.

That's when she heard footsteps in the hall, which was odd since the majority of her hallway (including her roommate) had left for a post-Halloween party in one of the fraternity halls.

"AFK for a sec you guys," she said to her online companions. As she turned off her microphone, she suddenly found herself in a headlock.

Charlie struggled with whoever was attacking her, but she couldn't break free. "CHRISTO!" she yelled, thinking it was a 'you-know-what,' then realizing saying that word just wouldn't do anything.

Then she felt the arms go away, as a familiar voice said "Seriously Dean? You're gonna do that to Charlie too?"

She turned around to see none other than her brothers, Sam and Dean Winchester, standing in her dorm room.

"Dean! What the frak was that for?" she asked.

"For staying so defenseless after lifetime years of hunting." Dean smiled at her but Sam just looked annoyed.

"Don't feel bad," said Sam. "He did the same to me."

Charlie didn't know how to react after this, so she just asked the first thing that came to mind. "What the hell are you two doing here? I mean, it's great to see you," she said as she got up and hugged Sam then Dean, "but seriously, what the frak?"

"First of all," said Dean, "What the fuck does 'frak' mean? And second of all, it's cause of a hunting trip."

"Oh, no way," started Charlie. "You do realize that I quit hunting, right? The only monster that I need to kill right now, is Hakkar the Soulflayer, which you guys are preventing me from doing."

Dean's smile changed to frustration. "It's about dad's hunting trip."

"What, did he kick you out too, Dean?"

"Dad's on a hunting trip, and he hasn't been home for a few days."

Charlie's eyes widened and she took a seat. Once again, she asked the first question that came to mind. "What was he hunting?"

"A ghost in a town called Jericho. Charlie, we need you."

"Need me to do… what exactly?" asked Charlie. "I can't aim for my life, and I'm only good at things that don't actually exist."

Dean looked at Charlie as if he was now angry. "We both know that's not true, dad would've died without you in Seattle that time."

"And how does he repay me?" asked a suddenly furious Charlie. "By kicking me and Sam out when we wanted to go off to have actual lives!"

"Charlie…" said Sam. "Listen, I honestly know how you feel, but we can't ignore this. Like it our not, we have a responsibility to save him.

Charlie merely looked at the two with a face that read 'pissed-off'. "Let me think about it."

"He could be dead any minute, and you want to think about it?" questioned Dean.

Charlie knew he was right. So she hesitantly turned on her computer's mic. "Sorry guys, gotta go. Find a new healer for tomorrow."

She logged off of the game before she could hear her guild attempt to guilt-trip her, and she got up and wrote a note for her roommate. The next thing she new, she was back in the old impala.