OOC: Takes place pre-Oz, when Charlie is considering hunting and stuff.


Charlie seriously super regrets every life choice, like, ever. Ever. More than that time she tried to kiss that one cosplayer in Chicago and she ended up nearly poking her eye out with her character gear. Like. That kind of regret. She's not exactly the most active person ever — being a nerdy computer geek sort of makes exercise a real pain in the booty — but she would have thought going on a jog for anything other than battle would have been only partly horrible (running just to run? she weeps).

And yeah no, going on a legit jog with Sam Winchester is like trying to chase down a rabid gazelle, with, uh, lucious locks. It's those legs. She wishes she had giraffe legs. Maybe then she could outrun all the monsters that she mostly accidentally bumps into.

"Omygod, can we just — " she pants, coming to a stop. Sam does this little thing up ahead where he double-takes to her wilting pink-and-green form and jogs in place for a moment until he's sure she's out of steam, and then briskly runs over to her side with a small bobbing ponytail to match her own (twinsies). "You are seriously levels above me here."

Sam laughs, giving her the space to recoop. "Not a fan of running?"

"Not a fan of being sweaty and achy. And in motion in general." She jack knifes back open into a straight stance. "You're a pro, though. It's a hunter thing, huh?"

Sam just shakes his head, amused. "No, not really. Dean hates running; this is a, uh… a Sam thing, I guess." Sam is one of those nice guys who just walks and waits for Charlie to pick up the pace again, which is cool, because Charlie wouldn't have been looking forward to a drill sergeant. She just wanted to learn how to be an effective hunter — which, go figure, Dean just circumvents all that.

"I would have thought you guys do it to stay… y'know. Fit. The only reason anyone should ever exercise?" And yeah, that's totes exaggeration. Just a bit. Sam shrugs, wiping his sweaty face and looking super pleased.

"I run because it… I don't know. Makes me feel like I can stay a step ahead of everything? Or — just to feel better about myself, who I am, all that."

Charlie grins and replies, "Dude, you're a bona fide hero of a story and stuff. And you save people, hunt things, all of that. You should already feel great about yourself." And yet when she looks over to him, he looks caught off guard, frowning a little at the distance. She clears her throat. "I mean, even if you feel like… Look. I think you're pretty awesome, okay? So if you're worried about who you are, don't."

She turns and points at him, winking.

" You're freaking awesome, Winchester. Even if you don't see it. And being some crazy star runner just makes you even more awesome. So whatevs, man, I'll just remind you you're a cool guy until you maybe believe it."

Sam's mouth opens slightly like he wants to say something, and then he grins.

"Thanks," he says, rubbing the back of his head.

Score one for Charlie, she's flustering a Winchester.

"No problem! Got to look after my boys. You wanna race to the end?" Sam perks immediately at the question, like it's something that he enjoys a hella lot, racing people. She can see why; he's always gonna win, the jerk.

"Sure, yeah. You sure?"

"Toootally — but lemme help you out here." She crouches down at his feet, and he looks down in puzzlement as she works on his something with his shoe. "Your shoelaces are untied. Too busy getting all heavy back there with the bro talks, right?"

— and then she takes off like a bat out of hell down the path.

"Hey!" Sam huffs, trying not to smile as he nearly falls over in his pursuit. The laces on both feet are tied together, because she's crafty when she has to be and it may be her only shot at ever outrunning Sam Winchester, let's be real. She squawks a sound that's crossed between a laugh and a shout when the tall hunter ends up running up beside her in his socks.

"Awww, what! Cheater!" she wheezes.

"Wha'?! Says you!" he wheezes back, voice high with indignation.

It's probably the funniest thing she'll ever see from him, but who knows. Maybe he's goofier than even she anticipated. He looks about a century younger by the time they're nearly crashing into the bunker.