Carly sits down at the bar, picking back up her Coke, and attempts to tune out the unending-barrage of voices.
Why did I let Becky talk me into coming here, she questions as the voices of the cosplayers only seem to grow louder and more excited by the second. Her fingers tap the edges of her Coke can as her annoyance grows, and it doesn't help that at least five cosplayers have already asked her who she's dressed as since she left the auditorium.
Her hazel eyes are trained on her sister, sitting several seats away from her. Chuck sits next to her, attempting a conversation.
"I got you a yellow-eyes cooler," he says as he places a drink in front of her. She smiles at him.
"Thanks Chuck."
"Sure," Chuck clears his throat for what must be the millionth time today. "Ahem . . . so, Becky, I was wondering . . . Are you doing any-"
"Oh, hi Sam!" Becky interrupts Chuck, smiling widely at Sam, who's followed by Dean as they walk towards Chuck. Chuck looks away, a deep sigh leaving his lips at the same time Carly rolls her eyes at how clueless her sister is.
"Excuse us," Dean says, plastering on a fake smile for Becky before turning to Chuck. "In case you hadn't noticed, our plates are kind full, okay? Finding the Colt, hunting the devil . . . We don't have time for this crap."
"Hey, I didn't call you!" Chuck retorts.
"He means the books, Chuck," Sam says, turning away from Becky.
Carly notices Becky attempting to blow Sam kisses, sending him some 'come hither' looks. Her face contorts in a grimace as she notices Becky lick her hand, then blow on it as though she's blowing him a kiss. Charlene ponders whether or not she should go over and interfere with her sister, but as she notices the Winchester's and Chuck's conversation become heated, she scraps the idea.
No way am I getting involved in that.
As Carly tunes back into their conversation - well, more like an argument by now, really - she sees Dean lean towards Chuck.
"Who gave you the rights to our life story?"
Chuck shrinks back in his chair as he responds with "An archangel, and I didn't want them!"
Sam clenches his jaw before saying "Well deal's off," Dean straightens as Sam adds "No more books. Our lives are not for," he glances at Becky, " . . . public consumption." He continues to peer at Becky with a pointed look in his eye until Chuck finally catches on, and after clearing his throat, Chuck says
"Ah . . . Becky, would you excuse us for just a second?"
Becky gives him an energetic nod. "Uh-huh!"
She quickly stands up from her chair and moves over to Charlene, who, upon noticing her sisters arrival, prepares herself for yet another conversation about the Supernatural books.
Seriously, how much is there to talk about? She questions as Becky sits down next to her.
Carly remains silent, waiting for the imminent barrage of questions, but when it doesn't come, she looks towards Becky, an unspoken question in her eyes, only to notice her sister staring at her with a knowing look.
"What?"
Becky breaks out into a grin. "You know what!" This only makes Carly more confused.
"Uh- actually, I don't think I do." Becky rolls her eyes.
"Which one?" Carly tilts her head, much like a confused puppy would, causing her long auburn locks of hair to fall over her shoulders.
"I don't follow." Becky gives her another eye roll, before saying with a 'duh' tone in her voice
"Sam or Dean?" Carly's eyes slowly widen as she realizes what her sister's getting at, and her mouth opens and shuts like a fish.
"Well- I, uh-"
"Well you can't have Sam because he's mine, so . . . I guess that was just a stupid question, wasn't it?" Becky interrupts, saving Carly from having to answer the question, and she lets out a small sigh of relief.
That could've gone south.
Becky glances towards Chuck, and upon noticing that the Winchesters are no longer over there, she lets out a small squeal and leaves Carly alone at the bar.
At least I'm alone, I guess- her thought is cut off by the sound of someone sitting down to her right, and she internally rolls her eyes, preparing herself for another round of 'who're you dressed as.'
What she's not prepared for is hearing Sam's voice.
"So, uh- you're Becky's sister?" She freezes slightly, not expecting him to be there, but she quickly turns around and smiles at Sam.
"Well- her adopted sister, but . . . yeah, although we don't have much in common." Sam seems slightly relieved when she says that, although he looks curious when she says 'adopted.'
"You're adopted?" He asks, and she nods.
"Yeah. I never even knew my parents." Charlene glances over at Becky. "I think I was three when Becky's parents adopted me." Her hazel eyes glaze over momentarily as she recalls the unimaginable happiness she felt, when she found out she was being adopted. Even as three-year-old, she knew that her life would never be the same. "We're a small, sometimes-dysfunctional little family, but . . . it's all I've ever had."
"Oh." Neither of them speak after that, until Sam clears his throat in an attempt to lift the silence.
"Have you, erm- read the books?" Carly shakes her head, but then seems to think for a moment.
"Becky forced me to read the first one." She smiles slightly as she remembers the huge fit Becky threw when she told her she didn't want to read the rest of the series.
"She was so pissed when I didn't read the others." Carly smiles up at Sam. "I'm talking full on bitch-fit, throwing things across the room and all. She didn't talk to me for days after that." Sam chuckles, and her smile grows wider . . . or at least, it does until she hears her sisters say
"Ooh, the LARPing's started!" Carly rolls her eyes at the excitement in her sister's voice, and Sam turns around to face Becky. Dean stands beside her, his eyebrows narrowed in confusion.
"The . . . what?"
"Live Action Role Playing?" Sam stands up from the bar, as does Carly, and they walk over to Becky. Dean continues to stare at her as if she just sprouted another head.
Becky lets out a sigh before she adds "It's a game. The convention puts it on." Becky digs around in her pockets before pulling out a rumpled piece of paper, and she hands it to Sam.
Carly knows that there's no way she'll be able to read over Sam's shoulder - what with her being only 5'6" and all - so she simply listens as Dean reads it out loud.
"Dad's journal. Dear Sam and Dean, this hotel is haunted. You must hunt down the ghost. Interview witnesses, discover clues, and find the bones. First team to do so wins a $50 gift card to Sizzler. Love, Dad."
There's a slight pause as Dean finishes reading it, but Becky quickly ends the moment. Carly can practically hear the beaming smile on her face as Becky says
"You guys are soooo gonna win."
A/N: Just like I said before, thank you guys for reading this! I really appreciate the fact that you're willing to take your time to read my story!
Also, I would like to point out that as we get further along in the story, some chapters may not be based off of actual episodes, just in case you're wondering why none of it may be familiar.
Anyway, thanks! :)