Chapter Two

"Oh fuck fuck shit..." Charissa muttered, before throwing the covers over Dean, and digging around for her clothes. She found her jeans, her t-shirt, one sock, her boots and her bra, but she really couldn't find her panties. She rummaged through the piles of papers, books and clothing, panicking. "I can't not wear panties..." she hissed, lifting up a jacket. Groaning, she looked up towards the ceiling, ready to tear her hair out, when the door opened.

She suddenly remembered she was stark naked, when Sam's eyes sought her out, and he turned red. He spluttered, before leaving the room, closing the door behind him. Charissa decided it was best to risk not wearing panties, and pulled on her clothes, before grabbing her handbag, and opening the window. Casting a regretful look at Dean, she leaped out of it, and onto the fresh dewy grass under the window. She adjusted her clothes, and went around the front, to get her room key.

"Hiya Robbie," she says happily, a pearly grin on her face, and a small wave. Robbie looks up from his conversation with Sam. He smiles, and waves at her. She giggled, and leaned on the desk, holding out her hand. "Room key please," she asked, and the old man nodded, and handed her the key. Charissa nodded thankfully, and began to leave, when Robbie spoke to her.

"So where were you last night, Singer?" he asked. Charissa stopped and turned to face him, a big smile on her face. She crossed her fingers behind her back. He raised his eyebrows, his old eyes wise of her actions.

"Oh, I went back to Melissa's, it was great, we had a small sleepover and ate popcorn," she lied fluently, and well. Sam watched her in interest. Robbie nodded and looked at her. She hits her head, as she feigns remembering something. "Robbie, I forgot to tell you. My dad called, and I'm going home today, so I'll be checking out."

Robbie looked shocked, then elated, and then saddened. "I'll miss ya, kiddo." he said, coming out from behind reception, and going up to her. She nodded, and hugged him tightly, her eyes tearing up, before she pulled away. After stuttering something, she wiped her tears, and left, going to her room. Robbie went back to his post, and sipped his coffee.

"Who is that girl?" Sam asked, and Robbie looked at him.

"That was Charissa. She moved in here about six months ago, got a job, and a place in the local high school. She is nineteen in two weeks. Head cheerleader, and one of the purest girls I know," Robbie stated, somewhat saddened, while Sam was still reeling.

NINETEEN!? Sam yelled inside his head. He excused himself, and marched to the girls room, knocking on the door loudly. After about three minutes of knocking, it opened to reveal Charissa in a pair of tight grey sweats, a pink crop top, and her hair in a ponytail. Now her make up was off, Sam could see just how young she looked. HE furrowed her brow, confused, as he marched past her and into the room.

"Please, come in," she stated, closing the door. "What do you want?" she asked, crossing the room to the wardrobe, and pulling out clothes, throwing them into a suitcase. She pulled posters off of the wall, and shredded them, throwing the pieces in the bin. Sam moved out her way, as she carried a bunch of bathroom supplies over to her sports bag.

"Why did yousleep with my brother?" he asked, and she looked at him for a moment, before going back to her packing. She bends down under her bed, and pulls out a cardboard box, lifting it onto the bed.

"I was drunk." she stated, lifting a dagger, and dropping it into her sports bag. She then tipped the box into the bag, an array of weapons falling into her pink bag. He looks at her.

"Who are you?" he asked, eyeing her weapons, and noticing the silver bullets, rock salts and exorcism books. She looked at him, as she zipped her bag up.

"I'm a hunter, I'm a witch, I'm a high school girl. Pick your favourite," she growled, doing up her suitcase. Sam leaned against her dressing table, crossing his arms. she threw her sports bag at him. He catches it, confused. "Help me get this stuff to my car," she asked, and he sighed, and nodded. She grinned happily, and lifted her two suitcase, wheeling them out of the room, and out of the motel, to her Beau. She popped the boot, and threw her suitcases in it, while Sam placed her pink bag in next to them.

She shut the boot carefully, wiping some mud off the boot lid, before smiling at her car. "My baby," she muttered, and Sam was instantly reminded of how Dean treated the Impala. she looked at him, grinning. "Say, when you go back in, can you give this envelope to Robbie?" she asked, holding out an envelope. He looked at it, and nodded. She turned to leave, before looking at him. "Oh, and tell your brother... I'm sorry, okay?" she asked hopefully, and he sighed, but nodded again. "Thank's," she said, before getting into the Beau and starting the engine.

Areosmith immediately blared from speakers. Sam gaped, as he watched her pull out of the lot, singing along to the music, banging her hands on the steering wheel. He smirked, and patted the envelope on his hand. "She's like a mini-Dean," he muttered, before going back into the motel.

Charissa drove down the highway, her mind set on getting as far from the motel as possible. She stopped singing, and sighed, before pressing harder on the gas pedal, and going faster. She grinned, when her ponytail began to whip about in the wind. She was free. Again. Then, her mobile rang, and the word Daddy - Bobby Singer flashed on the screen. She sighed, and flipped it open, pressing speaker phone. "Hiya daddy," she said, her tone worried.

Dean started the engine to the Impala, his expression furious, while Sam looked like he really wanted to run for his life. Sam was practically out of the window, and Dean tore out of the lot, and out of the town, his speed increasing. Sam looked at him. "Dude, where are we going?" he asked, holding onto the ceiling of the car for dear life.

"We're going to see Bobby, and find out what he knows about a nineteen year old hunter/witch named Charissa," he growled.