So this chapter takes place on the same day as the last chapter did, then moves on to the next day. I hope it's not too confusing.

Day 3: Captain's Log, Stardate 168.9. My plan has gone to hell. I give up.

"So did you give him the notes?" Becky questioned from the other end of the phone.

Charlie sighed, plopping down onto her bed in her pajamas.

"Well, yeah, but it was totally awkward and he didn't even look at me," she huffed, rolling onto her stomach, "I give up. You can play matchmaker for a while."

"Really?" Becky squealed, and Charlie nearly cringed at her high-pitched tone of voice.

"Sure," Charlie answered, "It was getting kind of creepy, actually. I mean, they're my friends, but I guess I really shouldn't have been dabbling in their business."

"Of course you should have," Becky argued, "They belong together."

And once again, Becky fails to understand the boundaries between friendly intervention and just being plain creepy. Not like that's a surprise.

"See, Becky? This is what I mean by creepy. I mean, we're shipping our friends. Well, my friends, not to be rude, but don't you see anything wrong with that picture?" Charlie asked incredulously.

"You're just upset that I'm going to succeed where you have failed." Becky replied curtly.

"Don't sass me, Becky." Charlie warned, refusing to admit that Becky's words may have some truth to them.

"I'm not sassing," Becky pouted, before her voice perked up, "Hey, don't you still have to do that project with Castiel?"

"Yes," Charlie groaned, "Oh my gosh, I don't even want to think about how weird that's going to be. This is what I get, Becky. This is what I get for trying to be some higher power. I have to be in an enclosed space with him for two hours tomorrow after school."

"But Charlie, this is your chance to redeem yourself!" Becky chirped, obviously excited.

"No thank you," Charlie sighed dejectedly, "They're all yours."

"I'll have them on a date before you can even say the Star Trek opening." Becky assured her.

"I appreciate the reference," Charlie approved, "But I have to go now. Oh, and Becky? Please don't freak them out too much."

"I don't freak people out." Becky frowned, and Charlie sarcastically reassured her that of course, she totally didn't freak anyone out at all before hanging up and tossing her phone onto her beanbag chair.

She reached for her laptop, throwing a pile of clean clothes off her bed to make room for it. Opening a file, she watched as the new Star Trek movie went from 0% downloaded to 99% downloaded, and somehow managed to fall asleep before it reached 100%.

She was pathetic, honestly.

Day 4: Captain's Log, Stardate 169.5. I pray that everyone leaves me alone. I'm exhausted.

"This is so hard!" Becky stated, sliding next to Charlie in the cafeteria.

Charlie just grumbled under her breath, hoping the dark circles under her eyes were indication enough for Becky to leave her alone.

"Dean won't even talk to me," Becky continued, much to Charlie's disappointment, "And neither will Castiel."

"What a surprise." Charlie deadpanned, staring at the untouched brown-bagged lunch in front of her.

"I know, right? But- hey, are you okay?" Becky questioned, narrowing her eyes at Charlie.

"Hm?" Charlie asked, turning to look at Becky expectantly. Becky just stared at her, wordlessly analyzing her.

"You're tired." she finally said.

"Very perceptive, Becky," Charlie amended, "Really, you could rival Hermione Granger in your intellectual capacities."

"Fine, then, Grumpy-Pants," Becky replied, "I'll just leave. Besides, I have matchmaker duties to attend to."

She let out an annoyed huffed before standing up, tossing her perfectly-manicured hair behind her head, and stomping off. Her skirt swished behind her as she exited the cafeteria, and Charlie couldn't help but snicker at the way her nose was literally stuck up in the air.

"Take a joke, Becks." Charlie shook her head, finally reaching for her lunch bag and peering inside.

"Watcha got there?" a gruff voice asked, and Charlie looked up to see Dean sitting down across from her.

His disposition was cold and his words stiff, but Charlie was just relieved at the fact that their friendship wasn't completely demolished.

"A ham sandwich and applesauce." she replied pleasantly, determined to not let her lack-of-sleep induced sarcasm leak into this conversation and further tarnish the friendship.

"Cool. I got me some pie." Dean replied, cracking a smile and showing off his slice of apple pie.

Alright, Charlie could do small talk. Of course there were a few subjects that she had to steer clear of, Castiel and English class definitely being some of them.

"You seem happy today." Charlie finally spoke up, taking a bite out of her sandwich.

Dean just shrugged, gingerly setting his pie down on top of a napkin.

"Yeah, well, stuff happens." he said vaguely.

"I'm not even going to pretend to know what that means." Charlie decided, devouring more of her sandwich.

"Except there's one thing I need to ask you about," Dean continued, and Charlie briefly considered stuffing her mouth with food as an excuse not to answer, "What's up with Becky? I've never talked to the chick in my life and suddenly I'm more fascinating than the weird stuff she's always rambling about."

"Yeah, about that-" Charlie winced, praying for the bell to ring before she had to answer the question.

The bell rang.

Charlie decided that there was indeed a god out there.

"See you around, Charlie," Dean smiled, seemingly forgetting about his question and giving her an easy-going smile, "And dude, we need to watch the new Trek movie."

"Totally." Charlie agreed, relief flooding through her.

Sure, the exchange was a little stiff and the smile a little forced, but Dean didn't hold a grudge against her, and Charlie was thankful for that. She watched as he gave her a small wave and disappeared out of the cafeteria and into the throng of students.

Now she just had to survive working on the project with Castiel.

Day 4: Captain's Log, Stardate 168.9. Although Dean is not hostile, I am unsure about Castiel. We made plans to work on that godforsaken project at his house, but this does not mean he does not hate me.

"Before we enter, I want to apologize for any strange behaviors my siblings exhibit." Castiel observed as they rounded the corner and neared his house.

As far as walks home from school went, this had to be the most awkward one that Charlie had ever experienced.

Castiel had barely talked to her, instead focusing all his attention on the sidewalk. As soon as they had left the school, he had warned her about his siblings and then fell into silence,.

Weird, yes, but now Charlie was mostly curious about why Castiel had warned her about his siblings not once, but twice.

Well, she was about to find out.

"Come on in." Castiel said, opening the front door for her.

"Thank you." she replied politely, stepping into their mudroom.

Immediately, she understood what Castiel was talking about.

One of Castiel's brothers stood in the kitchen directly in front of her, his arms full of candy. He closed the cabinet he had taken the candy from before noticing them.

"Well, shit." he stated.

"Hello?" Charlie tried meekly.

"Gabriel," Castiel sighed, stepping in beside Charlie, "Please put Anna's candy back where you found it. She won't be too pleased to know you've stolen it all."

"No can do, little bro," Gabriel smirked, adjusting the boxes in his arms to make them easier to carry, "You have no authority over me."

Castiel just sighed in defeat, giving Charlie an apologetic look.

"I apologize for my brother, Charlie," he said, "Although I hope he knows that by committing this act, he's going to have to deal with my sister Anna in all of her fury."

"I can handle Anna," Gabriel shrugged it off before turning to Charlie, "And Castiel, nice lady-friend. I do prefer the pretty green-eyed one you had over last night, though."

"If you would excuse us, Gabriel, Charlie and I have a project we need to work on." Castiel said quickly, leading a very confused Charlie out of the kitchen.

"Sure thing," Gabriel called after them, "Just don't go in Luci's room. I think he just created a meth lab."

Castiel pointedly ignored him, so Charlie decided it would be best to do that same. She followed him out of the kitchen and upstairs, where they went into a room that looked like an office.

"I'm sorry about Gabriel," Castiel said stiffly, closing the door behind them, "He can be a handful."

"He seems like a pretty chill guy." Charlie shrugged.

"Anyways, this is my brother Michael's office. He should be fine with letting us use it." Castiel continued, no longer willing to talk about Gabriel.

Charlie went along with it, seeing as Castiel obviously did not want to have a conversation with her. She supposed that was only right, seeing as yesterday she had simultaneously ruined his love life and embarrassed him in front of their English class.

"Jeez, Michael must be a fancy lawyer or something." Charlie commented, looking around the office.

It was a very professional looking office, and an expensive-looking one at that. There were two hardwood desks, two laptops, and a very large bookcase with a very impressive looking collection of books. It had never occurred to Charlie before, but Castiel's family must be very wealthy.

"He is a lawyer." Castiel replied bluntly.

"How many other siblings do you have?" Charlie continued, still glancing around the room.

For a moment, she thought Castiel would ignore her question and propose working on the project, but eventually he spoke up.

"There's Michael, the oldest. He takes care of us," he answered cautiously, staring at Charlie with a far-away expression, "There's Lucifer, who was very unfortunately named. I suggest you call him Luke if you don't want him angry at you."

"Gabriel called him Luci." Charlie pointed out, causing Castiel to let out a small laugh. Charlie smiled, happy that he didn't completely hate her.

"Gabriel is, ah, special," Castiel stated, "He's also the third oldest, after Luke. Then Anna, and then me."

"I wish I had siblings." Charlie said wistfully.

"Trust me, you really don't," Castiel warned, before clearing his throat and saying, "We should probably finish this project."

"Probably." Charlie replied quickly, and just like that, they were distant again.

Damn it.