A/N- So like I said this a 'trade writing' and Charlene D.'s story for my character is "No More Words." It's AWESOME! There are some links on my profile to her profile and stories. Go check it out as well as her other stories!
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As Charlie rounded the corner to make a quick getaway from the stalker 'security' prick her phone rang. She pulled it out of the pocket of her cargo pants. "Yeah?" she answered
"Hey." Jeff's calm smooth southern drawl came through the speaker filling her ear.
"Jeff, I don't want to talk right now." she replied trying to remember why she ever broke up with him. Oh, yeah that's right. He was being someone she wasn't used to. Someone that lied to her. He backed out of his promise by settling for something less than the best. "And probably not for a long time either." she added.
"I know, but I just wanted to let you know that…I'm here for you. No matter what." Jeff explained.
"How can you be here for me when you're not here? Hmm? Answer that." she said angrily into her phone as she leaned up against a building wall.
"Charlie…"
"No. I don't want to talk to you when you aren't being you." she waited for an answer hoping he'd say something along the lines of 'I'm being me. I'm back with the best.'
"…Okay, Charlie. You know my number. Give me a call when you are ready to talk." he sounded so broken hearted as he hung up.
"Arrggghhh!" she growled with clenched teeth. 'How come nothing is working out right?' she asked herself still leaning against the building wall. Her phone rang again, "Macy." she said before answering it. "Ya done?"
"Yeah." Macy said blissfully, "Bye Blade."
"Why can't you date guys with real names?" she complained as she started back to her dorm room.
"Because that would be boring." Macy smirked.
"No, that would be proper." Charlie smirked knowing this would start their playful banter.
Macy gasped, "Charlie! I am a proper lady! You know who's not a proper lady?" She didn't wait for an answer. "You. Proper ladies don't mope about their ex."
"Hey! I was looking forward to our playful banter. Not getting yelled at because I'm not like you." Charlie had, had enough of Macy getting on her case about Jeff. "We only broke up last week. You gotta give it some time…H-Hello?" Charlie looked at her phone, "Bitch hung-up on me. Unbelievable." She shook her head and decided that she needed to let out some pent up stress, so to the local gym for a workout.
"Okay, so you're telling me that Peter and some jealous dude fought in a duel over a girl named Fanny?" Dean asked as they sat in their motel room looking again through their research.
Sam nodded, "Yeah and there are plenty of different stories of what really happened, but the two that stand out the most are: one that Peter died and Fanny didn't know about it. The second one is that she got up to Piney Prospect as Peter was killed and he died in her lap chanting the fight song of the college with his last breath. In the first where she didn't know what happened, the other students told her he left campus. It's said that Fanny sat on the very rock he was buried under by their fellow students everyday and waited for his return, but eventually grew sick and died of a broken heart."
"Where does the supernatural part come into play?" he asked bored with the facts.
"Their spirits could very well be attached to the land and…maybe they have something to do with the couples going missing." Sam said.
"The couples, how many were there?" he asked cleaning his sawed off shotgun.
"Uhh, in the past 60 years there have been 5 couples, the most recent was two weeks ago. A Carl Allen and a Patricia Nigel." Sam stated facts. "Both told roommates they were going out, but that's it. I'm betting they went up to Piney Prospect and if I'm correct Peter and/or Fanny killed them."
"For what?"
"Having the chance at a happy life together? I'm not really sure." Sam concluded.
"We'll go up there later tonight check out the area." Dean said officially getting into hunting mode. "Seriously though, what was up with those guys in expensive suits? It didn't even look like anyone was on the property."
"They might belong to the Order of the Gimghoul." Sam replied.
"Come again." Dean said with narrowed eyes and a gruff voice.
"The Order of the Gimghoul, it's a…group of alumni ranging from male students, rising juniors or higher; and faculty who were invited to join the organization." Sam explained.
"And what does this order do?"
"Well, they are a purely social group, like a fraternity; and avoid publicity. From time to time they meet up at the castle. And that's pretty much about it."
"So no stinking witchcraft or weird rituals?"
"Well every group has a ritual, like taking a shot to end the meeting or something of the sort, but other than the typical, no." he shook his head.
"So basically, we got nothing so far?" Dean asked setting his gun aside and Sam nodded, "Great." he relaxed back against the couch knowing this case was going to be a pain in the ass. A few short moments later, "Hey, I wonder how that girl got past those guys. Think maybe she knows something?" he asked Sam.
'Just one freaking case Dean. That's all I'm asking for. One where you're not worried about getting laid.' Sam yelled at Dean in his mind while he glared at his older brother.
"What's that look about?" Dean asked utterly confused, but Sam just shook his head and continued to see if he could find anything else out.
Charlie did her workout and was followed by none other than that annoying stalker jock.
"Hey, heard some guy was bothering you at the Chinese restaurant earlier." Dylan, the stalker said with his hands in his pockets.
"Why can't you just leave me alone for one day?" she yelled out of frustration with tight lips and a matching glare.
"Because to slack off isn't my job." he smirked. "Besides you and me, we could rule this campus."
"Yeah, well I'm not ruling nuttin' with you. You creepy assbutt." she make a face and walked away, then over her shoulder, "Follow me and I'll make you wish you were dead."
"Awww, come on you don't have to be like that all the time." he smirked following her.
Charlie slowed her walk down gradually until he was close enough for her to take him off guard. She whipped around, grabbed the collar of his shirt in death grips and pushing him against a nearby wall. "Leave me the hell alone. I don't want or need a man in my life right now. Even when I do want a man in my life, you won't ever be considered an option." She let go of his shirt glaring at him and walked away before she could think of ways to bruise his ego some more; or even injure him.
Later that night:
Dean parked the Impala at the beginning of Gimghoul Road, where the wide paved street changes into a narrowed gravel road. "Seriously Sam, I think the cute girl that was taking photos earlier might know something about this place. She seemed to know the area pretty well to not get caught."
"The only reason we got caught was because of the Impala and it seemed she was on foot." Sam explained getting out of the said vehicle.
"Don't diss my baby." Dean said running his hand along the fender of the practically mint condition 1967 black Chevy Impala affectionately.
Sam stared at his brother annoyed, "Do you two need a room? Or maybe a garage?"
Dean's head snapped to his brother with a tight glare, "Let's get this done, so I can have some fun." he smirked.
Charlie didn't want to deal with Macy's bad attitude and well too known points that she needed to get over Jeff. Also didn't want to be followed by Dylan, so she went back to her retreat. Piney Prospect and sat by the small spring deemed Miss Fanny's Spring. To take her mind off of things she sketched some nearby trees and even some of the far off mountains in the distance with the sun setting behind them. Her sketches turned out pretty good, but she thought, 'Nothing like the real deal.'
"What are you doing up here?" a booming male voice came from behind Charlie, scaring her out of her thoughts and nearly fell into the excess runoff from the spring, but a hand caught her by her elbow. Her sketch book wasn't too lucky though.
Charlie looked up to see the cocky prick from earlier and turned her attention back to drying off her sketch book as much as possible before it ruined the pages too much causing them to crinkle.
"I asked you a question." Dean said tilting his head to the side as Sam was standing beside him keeping lookout.
"And I didn't give you an answer." she snapped still drying the pages.
Dean licked his lips, 'She's playing hardball. Cute and a wild one. I like it.' he thought to himself, "How'd you get around security?"
Charlie looked up at the man as she stood up, "Thought you said you were security, Q-Tip?" she challenged and thought, 'He does have really pretty hair. Hmm?'
Dean looked back at Sam confused and touched his hair, "…We are security." he bellowed gruffly.
"Yeah, and I'm Miss Universe." she said bored. "Who are you really?"
"None of your business." Dean countered with a crooked grin.
"Well then you're not getting an answer." she grimaced and started to walk away.
"Wait!" Sam called out to the young girl. "We could use your help."
"With what?" she asked turning to face them crossing her arms.
"We're writing an article on Gimghoul and the legend of Peter Dromgoole." Sam said calmly.
"What do you want to know?" she asked walking back towards them, but keeping her distance.
"Do you know of any information that one can't find on the web?" Sam asked carefully.
"Like…" she trailed for him to fill in the blank.
"Ghosts." Dean said annoyed with conversation. "Are there any ghosts?"
Sam turned and silently communicated with his brother telling him, 'That was a stupid move.'
"I've been coming up here for the past few months and I can honestly tell you that I haven't seen anything. We good now? Can I get away from 'security'?" she asked putting emphasis in 'security' by using air quotes.
Dean tightened his glare on her and then smirked, "No. In fact, we need to question you."
"On what?' she raised an eyebrow, putting her hands on her hips.
"How you've been getting around the security here?"
Charlie licked her lips and looked out over the scenic little town called Chapel Hill, "Easy. You slip in the back way."
"Wanna show us?" Dean smiled his charming smile.
"What do I get in return?" Charlie asked considering showing them if the offer was good.
"How about a date?" Dean smiled his sexy smile that drove all his conquests crazy.
"Yeah," she said slowly in a bored manner, "it's gonna be a long night for you and your hand then." She again turned to walk away.
"Alright, how about a new sketch book then?" Dean offered stepping around her so that he blocked her way.
Charlie considered the offer over in her mind, 'Well, mine's all wet and will definitely crinkle. And he's the one that caused it to get wet…' She came to a conclusion, "Sure. Follow me." she started around him, but he blocked her way again.
"What's your name?" he smiled down at her.
"You first." she countered with a raised eyebrow.
"Name's Dean and that's my brother Sam." he smiled completely forgetting about their alias. Sam looked over at him confused as to why he didn't stick to the alias.
"Okay Dean, Sam. I'm Charlie." she said and started to walk off.
Dean watched her walk ahead of them, completely taken back at how she wasn't at the very least smitten with him.
"Dude, it's not like you're God's gift to women. Grow up." Sam snickered quite enjoying the fact that she wasn't interested in his womanizing brother. Dean slapped the back of his brother's head. "Owww, what was that for?" he grunted in a hushed tone.
"Shut up." Dean replied as Charlie turned around to face them.
"Okay, see that fence over there and the path on this side of it?" she pointed put a small dirt path that was lit only by a nearby street lamp. "It leads right up to the base of the hill and from there you take a left. Making your way through the woods to this spot." she looked at them.
"Thanks." Dean smirked biting the inside of his bottom lip. "Let's go get that sketch pad for ya."
"I'll meet you in town at the art supply store." she started down the hill.
"We could give you a ride into town." Sam suggested knowing his brother's comment might come out a bit creepy.
"Sorry don't take rides from strangers." she called out ignoring them.
"We're not strangers. You know our names." Dean called out.
"Then I don't take rides from people I just met!" she yelled as she got further away.
"Talk about hard headed women." Dean huffed and the brothers headed back to the Impala.