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Once morning came around, I got up and changed quickly- not bothering with breakfast. I was in too much of a hurry to deliver this thing to John. I hadn't even read it so I was curious as to what my mentor had said. He hadn't often talked about the Winchesters when he was alive. I learned about them mostly from his letter to me and Toby, which we were both in tears while reading.
Toby had told me to keep it. He wanted to start fresh, also meaning he didn't want to see me anymore. We'd buried Rick, said our goodbyes, then I had left to catch a plane. My heart panged every-time I just though of the boy I had left behind. Toby had been in my life for so long and now we weren't going to see each-other again for a long time.
I was out the door within a few minutes of waking, quickly heading down to their motel room. There, I didn't hesitate this time to knock. It was Dean who answered it and I sighed softly. Of the three Winchesters inside, I had least wanted this one to open the door.
"My dad's asleep," he told me. "But me and Sammy were just about to head out for some breakfast if you want to come?"
"Can't you just wake him?" I asked. "It's kind of important."
Dean shook his head. "Look, my dad just got back about an hour or two ago. He hasn't slept in over twenty-four hours. Let him sleep for a bit and then give him this letter thing."
"Fine," I grumbled.
Dean smirked. "I'll grab my jacket then."
"Wait, I-I didn't mean..." I protested but he was already gone. I gave a small huff. At least if his brother was coming then he couldn't be as flirty, right?
The younger brother came out shortly before Dean. He looked at me and held out a hand. "Hi, I'm Sam."
I nodded and shook his hand. "Charlotte, most people call me Charley," I replied.
"Pretty name," said Dean from the doorway. "I'm Dean Winchester, the one and only." He also held out his hand.
I sighed and turned to him, accepting his offered hand. But, to my shock, he lifted it to his lips and pressed his lips to the back. "Pleased to meet you, sweetheart." he added.
I yanked my hand out of his grasp and rubbed it against my jacket, giving him a disgusted expression but he just laughed.
Sam had his gaze on the ground, looking annoyed.
"Come on, then," Dean said as he walked towards the Impala, opening the passenger door and looking at me. In defiance, I moved around the back and got in behind the driver's seat.
Dean rolled his eyes and left the door as Sam got in, walking to the the driver's side. He opened the door and got in, slamming it behind him. His eyes looked at me through the rear-view mirror. "You know, you're not like most girls. They usually can't resist me."
"Well, most girls must be blind and brainless." I muttered in reply and Sam laughed loudly, not even stopping when Dean glared at him.
Dean remained completely silent as he pulled out of the car park and away from the motel.
"So...where are we going?" I asked after a few minutes.
"There's a diner just along the road," Sam replied, looking over the seat at me. "They do great sandwiches."
"And pie," Dean pitched in as he turned on the stereo. The Rolling Stones- Time is on my Side began playing. I hadn't ever really liked The Rolling Stones but I didn't say anything.
I looked out of the windows as we drove, listening to the drone of the cassette tape. It was a relief when the car finally turned into the parking lot of a small diner. It was made out of bricks, with windows making up most of the front.
I got out as soon as Dean pulled the car to a stop. The Winchesters both got out too and we all walked into the diner. I slid into a booth and Sam slid in opposite, Dean deciding to sit next to me. He was a little close for comfort.
After we had ordered, Dean looked at me. "So how much do you know about us?" he asked. "Like, do you know what my dad does as a profession?"
I shrugged then nodded. "Hunting. My mentor did the same."
Dean looked slightly taken aback. "Mentor?" he asked.
"He's the reason I'm here. I came all the way from London to deliver a letter for him."
"Couldn't he have just came himself? Seems a little selfish to send you all the way out here." Sam pitched in.
"He's dead,"I muttered and that shut both of them up. The rest of the time at the diner was spent in mostly silence, except when Sam tried to make light topics such as music and school.
Dean was shocked to find out that I was a vegetarian and began trying to turn me into a carnivore at one point. He told me that he didn't know how anyone could function without a "good ol' pork pie every once in a while". I swiftly replied that we killed monsters because they killed innocent humans and yet we didn't kill humans who killed innocent animals, so it was all a little hypocritical. He didn't seem to like that answer much.
Once we were done, we headed back to the motel. Dean and his brother went inside and asked me to come in too. John was awake so I could finally give him the letter and be on my way, though to where I had no idea.
