Charlie got the art supply store fairly quickly since she knew the town and had taken a couple of simple short cuts. She stood in front of the store leaning against the wall waiting for the brothers. She had waited a total of 5 minutes before she saw Dylan again. Walking down the opposite side of the street aimlessly with his jock buddies. Not wanting to deal with him, she shrunk back into the shadows caused by the above street lamp and the art store's canopy. Trying hard not to listen to their conversation, but they were loud and obnoxious, so it was hard to ignore them.
"…and this really hot red headed chick! They were fightin' over some geeky freshman at the club!" hysterical laughter came from Bruce, who Charlie liked to call a 'refrigerator'. Because well, he was built like one. Big, square, and bulky. Not much of it was muscle either. Though he would claim otherwise.
"Man, unless it's Charlie fightin' some chick, I don't want to hear about it." Dylan pointed out annoyed.
"Still hung up on her? She turned you down like what, million times already?" Neal said shocked. He was the average looking one of the bunch and probably the only one that Charlie could stand, but even he seemed to be like the rest, creepy and stuck up.
"She'll give into me in time. I know she will." Dylan smirked at his buddies "Women like her love to be chased and I'm not stopping 'til I get what I want. The Wentzel men always get what they want." he added as they rounded the corner disappearing from sight and their voices eventually dissipated into the night. Occasionally Bruce's hysterical laughter, like that of hyena met Charlie's ears.
"Psh, please." Charlie huffed. "The Wentzel men are jokes. They only get what they want because they got money up the ass. And I don't want your stinking money. I don't want anything to do with you." she said to the night air still waiting on the brothers.
"What the hell were you thinking? We had alias remember?" Sam asked as they walked back to the Impala.
"Huh? I used our alias." Dean snapped looking ahead to see if he could see the Impala yet.
"No you didn't. You used our real names." Sam shook his head. 'Always distracted by the pretty girls.'
They had just come out of the woods and back onto the narrowed gravel road, when a light came on in the castle.
Dean held his hand out to stop his brother's progress towards the road. "Look." he nodded his head in the direction of the castle.
Sam looked and saw the light on, "Might be an order meeting." he noted out loud.
"Yeah, let's go check it out." Dean said walking back into the woods a bit, so they wouldn't be spotting just walking along the road towards the castle.
The Winchester boys slyly snuck up to one of the light filled windows. Inside they saw two figures talking, but couldn't make out what they were saying. By the looks of things the older gentleman was calmly talking while the other much younger male was frustrated about something. Waving his hands out at his side and yelling. Even with the yelling the Winchesters couldn't hear what was being said. When the younger male became physical those security guys wearing expensive suits escorted him out of the room.
"We better get outta here before we get caught." Sam reasoned.
"Got better things to do anyway." Dean smirked.
Charlie was still waiting for the pair of article writing brothers when the shop keeper came out and was startled to see her standing there.
"Oh Charlie." the kind old man smiled, "You scared me. What are you doing out here so late?"
"Just waiting on someone. That's all." she smiled. Charlie had come to know the old man as a friend and he gave her some very helpful hints with her sketching. Even told her that she should think about setting up a gallery or studio somewhere.
"You be careful out here Charlie." he ordered kindly. "Got to watch out for those creeps."
"I will. See ya tomorrow." she smiled back as he walked off to go home, then started back to her dorm room. Just as she was about to round the corner she heard the roaring of a classic muscle car behind her and turned to see if there was going to be another impromptu street race again, but much to her dismay it was…that prick that got her sketch pad wet…Sal and… No,…Sam and Dean. She walked back to them as they got out of the Impala.
"Get lost in the woods?" she smirked as they stood in front of the art supply store. "Or did a ghost lead ya the wrong way?" Charlie was having fun making a joke out of what he asked earlier and didn't intend on letting him live it down.
Dean mocked faint laughter tilting his head side to side with each mock laugh. "Ha ha ha ha. Funny." Then he looked at the store in front of him, "They're closed?"
"It is after eight o'clock." she pointed out. "What took you so long to get here?"
"Doesn't matter. Need a ride home?" he smirked eyeing her up, but he genuinely didn't want her to walk home by herself. Chapel Hill maybe a small town just outside the much larger college town, but small towns always have the weirdoes.
"Nah, I'm good." Charlie said walking away, hoping that he would leave it at that.
Dean tossed Sam the keys to the Impala and followed Charlie, "So you live close by?" he asked once he caught up with her.
She stopped and turned to face him, "No offense, but I don't want you to know where I live." and continued to walk away.
"Okay. How about I walk you to your block then?" he asked catching up to her again.
"Why are you following me?" she glared unamused and thought, 'So do not need another stalker.'
"Just to make sure you get home safe." Dean said smoothly.
"I don't need a babysitter." she rolled her eyes, "So please just leave me alone." she started away again.
"Alright, but I still owe ya a sketch book." he called out after her, standing in the same spot she left him.
Charlie turned and walked backwards, "Store opens at eight on Saturdays. You're getting me the biggest and the best they have too." she smirked and turned back around disappearing into the darkness between the street lamps.
Dean watched as she walked off. Wondering to himself, 'Something about that girl…'
"Hey Romeo, you ready to call it a night?" Sam snickered pulling up beside Dean on the wrong side of the street.
"Move over." Dean ordered opening the driver's door.
Sam slid over laughing under his breath, "You are so losing your edge."
"What?" he asked as he quickly turned the car around to head back to the motel.
"You can't even get the only decent girl you've hit on in the past few months flustered." Sam laughed enjoying his revelry. "You, Dean Winchester are losing it."
Dean ignored his brother turning up the music blocking out his laughs, while still thinking about Charlie and how he could get her to look at him differently.
Saturday Morning:
"What time did you get in last night?" Macy asked after waking up to see Charlie looking at her camera.
"Better question is where were you last night?" Charlie raised an eyebrow. Remembering that last night when she got in, Macy wasn't there.
"Blade wanted me to go to New York with him in search of getting a record deal." Macy rolled her eyes.
"Why didn't you go with him?" Charlie inquired.
"Have you heard his music? Sounds like a chipmunk being choked when he screams his lyrics into the microphone." Macy explained with a twitching eye, which indicated it was horrible.
Charlie laughed, "And you said he sounded like an angel." she teased.
"I said the band sounded like an angel. Not him." she corrected throwing her pillow at her friend. "By the way, I'm sorry about last night. I know you're dealing with the whole Jeff thing your way and I shouldn't have pushed." she apologized with a genuinely sorry face.
"Alright. Okay, but I got someplace to be." She gathered her things she'd need for the day and headed out.
Sam walked out of yet another library in the college town with a bit more information, but it wasn't helpful at all.
"Anything?" Dean asked as he leaned up against the parked Impala in the library's parking lot.
"Nope." he sighed annoyed. "I looked through the entire catalogue and here I am with nothing new."
"Seems like you're losing it there Sammy." Dean chuckled as he sipped his morning coffee. "Let's go." he added tossing his cup in a nearby clean trash can, then around to the driver's door of the Impala.
"Where to?" he asked confused.
"Art supply store." he smiled widely with a glint in his green eyes that Sam easily recognized as his 'I'm gonna get the girl' look.
"Morning Arnie." Charlie announced her arrival to the art supply store owner.
"Good morning Charlie. What can I do for you today?" he asked setting down his morning coffee.
"Well, I need a new sketch book. My other one got wet and I'm waiting on the jerk that caused it to get wet because he's buying it." she explained as the older man smiled.
"I'm not that much of a jerk." Dean said offended pulling his head back. Sam was off looking at some paintings by the owner near the back of the shop.
"Ya got my beloved sketch book wet. So I get to call you a jerk." she explained crossing her arms. 'Hmm, that gray shirt fits nice on him…Stop it, Charlie.' She mentally smacked herself.
"What do I get to call you? Snappy?" he smirked making motions like he was snapping pictures with an imaginary camera.
She gave him a squinty glare and headed the aisle with sketch books and other items for drawing. Grabbing the thickest, largest spiraled sketch book she could find. "You're buying me this one." she proclaimed with a small smile.
"Alright." Dean agreed loving her cute smile as they moved to the check out counter and paid for it.
"Thanks Arnie." Charlie smiled, leaving the store before Dean could get another word out.
He ran out of the store to catch up with her, "Hey!" he called out turning her face him. "We could use some more help with that article." His alternative motive was to possibly go out with her and maybe…
"I'm not exactly from around here. You might want to ask Arnie. He lived around here all his life." she stated and walked around him.
He turned and grabbed her arm stopping her progress, "Do you…"
"Don't touch me ever again." she glared at him with eyes that became red speckled brown eyes with her anger.
Dean let go of her arm, "Okay, I won't touch you, but can you help us?" he asked.
"What more could I possibly know that you don't already?" she crossed her arms glaring at him.
"Do you know about those people that go up to that castle?" he asked quietly as some people passed.
"You mean the Order of the Gimghoul?" she asked confused.
"Yeah."
"Just that they're basically a fraternity. That's it." she explained.
"Have you ever seen anyone up there?" Dean asked.
Charlie looked around annoyed with his questions, "Look Dean, I've never seen anyone else up there except you and Sam."
"Hey baby-doll!" Dylan said laying his arm behind her neck.
Charlie pulled away from him after firmly stabbing her elbow into his ribcage. "God! Just one freaking day Dylan!" she yelled at him as he grunted in pain holding his ribs, then stormed off, Dean followed her.
"Is that guy a problem? I can deal with him, if you want me to." he offered.
Charlie grunted in frustration to the air and turned to face him, "No! I can handle it. It's not like I'm some…powerless girl. I know how to handle myself. Just back off!"
"See ya." Dean turned and left Charlie standing there.
She grabbed her 1973 Dodge Charger's keys from her pocket and cranked Pink's 'Get This Party Started'. She sang along:
'We'll be lookin' flashy in my Mercedes Benz
I got lotsa style, got my gold diamond rings
I can go for miles if you know what I mean
I'm comin' up so you better get this party started
I'm comin' up so you better get this party started
Pumpin' up the volume, breakin' down the beat
Cruisin' through the west side
We'll be checkin' the scene
Boulevard is freakin' as I'm comin' up fast
I'll be burnin' rubber, you'll be kissin' my ass'
She smiled widely as she passed Dean and Sam about to get into the Impala squealing the Charger's tires as she took a left turn. Dean's face was priceless. It was stuck somewhere between disgust and pure amusement.
She made her way back up to Piney Prospect, but didn't realize that Dylan had tailed her up to her secret retreat until it was too late.
A/N- Next chapter we get to the interesting stuff!...*nods*...Oh yeah! Leave reviews for me...Thanks!