Dean watched as Charlie drove off squealing tires. "Dude, that's a 1973 Dodge Charger! Rallye Edition!" he drooled over the car with his mouth hung open. "Sweet! Color could be changed though" he added getting into the Impala, noting the Charger's plum crazy purple color. "Okay, did you want to check out that other library you saw?"
"Yep, the Wilson Library." Sam nodded.
"What? Do you think it will have any helpful info?" he asked annoyed with having to actually do research.
"Well, it's the University of North Carolina's own library. With what happened at the castle last night, I want to look into the Order. It's a 'fraternity' under the campus, so they might have something." Sam explained hoping that they get some helpful information this time. "See exactly what they do. All other research I have on the order is vague."
"I'll come in with you this time. Especially since it's right on campus." he smirked pulling out of the parking space.
Sam grunted annoyed with Dean's one-path mind and tried to enjoy the short ride to the other side of town.
Charlie wished that she could have taken a picture of Dean's face just to remember that moment forever. Though that would have been a hard task while driving. She made a mental note to remember that face so she could sketch it later. It could be the first thing she put into her new sketch book that he bought for her. She smiled widely thinking of looking at that pretty face every time she opened her sketch book.
"Charlie, you are slowly losing your cool over this guy." she said aloud to herself as she gathered her things to head up to Piney Prospect.
Dylan stayed back a bit in his cookie cutter car following Charlie. No one embarrasses him in front of his buddies. They had seen everything that happened when she elbowed his ribs earlier from the pizza shop across the street. Yeah, he could take the verbal put downs and the glares. But no one,…no one made Dylan Wentzel, the captain of his college football team; seem weak.
He followed her to the quieter side of town and back a few roads he didn't even know about to an open area. Charlie had parked her classic car in the lush green grass and went through a small worn down wooden fence into the woods. He waited a minute, so that she wouldn't see him following her, and then parked his car behind some nearby houses. Then followed her up through the woods, which was a hard task being as pumped up and muscular as he was, but he made it through. He watched her.
Charlie had sat down by Miss Fanny's Spring, but not where she sat before. She didn't want to be scared out of her thoughts again just to ruin her brand new sketch book. This time she sat down on a log that had long ago been set there by hikers for rest.
She pulled out her materials and started to sketch the outline of a human bust for her 'Dean's Priceless Face' sketch. That's what she's going to call it.
'Even though he ticks me off,…he's kinda interesting.' she smiled to herself with that thought. 'Maybe…' she trailed off in her thoughts. Thinking about how hot he looked in that gray shirt and…getting out of the Impala last night with the light from the street lamp illuminating his green eyes…'Stop it Charlie! He's a heartbreaker! Love 'em and leave 'em type of guy. Not good for you…but he is sexy…Stop it.' This time she literally did smack herself. Then laughed at how much like a young giddy teenage girl she's acting like over him.
"This is everything we have on the Order of the Gimghoul." the nice older librarian lady said pointing to a whole aisle of catalogued articles and other various items. "This material includes articles and whatnot that are outdated by at least 50 years. If you're looking for more recent stuff, we can't help you." she smiled.
"Oh, no. We're looking into the history." Sam nodded with his charming smile as Dean stood beside him bored that there wasn't even one hot chick in the library. "Thanks."
The librarian smiled and turned to leave, but not before making her move and squeezing an unsuspecting Dean's ass. Then walked away with a smirk on her face happy that in her old age she was still able to have some fun every now and then.
"What the…" Dean jumped at the squeeze, turning to glare at the old lady.
Sam laughed with a red face from his hysterics. "Think she has the hots for ya, dude." he managed leaning against the bookshelf lined with boxes. He laughed so hard that a male student in the next aisle shushed him. Sam turned to face away from Dean and the student, but his shirt got caught on a corner of one of the many boxes and it fell to the ground with a thud that was muffled by the carpeted floor.
"Now look what ya did!" Dean yelled in a harsh whisper pointing at the box glaring at his brother.
Sam just laughed him off and picked up the box, looking to see the materials the box contained. "I'll look through this one." he still laughed, noticing the box contained information on the Order's beginnings.
"Yeah, you do that." Dean growled while grabbing the next box.
"I don't believe it." Sam said a few minutes later in disbelief, shocked.
"What?" Dean asked setting down financial records of the building of Gimghoul Castle and looking over his brother's shoulder at a photograph.
"Look at this." Sam said handing him the photo.
Dean took it in his hands and looked it over, "It's a picture of a fair. So?"
"Look real close." Sam said tight lipped.
Dean looked closer. He saw the popcorn stand, 'Could go for some popcorn right now. I'm starving.' Then he saw the pen for the 'Catch the Pig Contest', 'Fun.' He thought to himself, then what he saw next caused him to blink his eyes and shake his head.
"Do you see what I mean?" Sam asked starting to get antsy.
"No, this,… this can't be right." he said looking at the photo again.
"We have to talk to her. Where do you think she went?" Sam asked while quickly getting a photocopy of the photo.
"Probably where we first found her." Dean replied while putting the boxes away.
The brothers left the library to go find Charlie.
Dylan had, had enough of just watching Charlie draw in her book. He stepped out of the woods, but she didn't seem to notice his presence. "You come up here often?" he asked with a coldness to his voice.
Charlie turned to see him, "How did you know where I was?" she asked slowly closing her sketch book and gathering her things. She had heard the coldness in his voice and didn't want to be around him.
He grabbed her sketch book from her, "Let's see what you got in here."
"Hey! Give it back!" she said trying to snatch it back from his hands, but he turned around and her arms weren't quite long enough to reach around his board shoulders.
Dylan laughed turning back to face her, "This is the guy from earlier. You like him?" he asked with his pompous attitude dripping all over his words.
"No! It's for an art class I'm taking!" Charlie said trying to again grab it back, but he held up above his head. "Dylan." she said annoyed. She was taking an art class, but it wasn't for any sort of project. It was just for…her.
He reached his other hand up and ripped out the first page out then dropped the book to the ground. Still holding the page with Dean's sketch above his head, out of her reach while glaring at her.
"Dylan! It's not your property!" she yelled trying to grab at his arm to pull it down so the paper was within her reach.
"No!" he yelled crumpling it up and walking away with it still in his hands.
"Dylan!" she followed him, "Give it back!" She was nearly finished with it and didn't matter if it was crumpled. She could always re-sketch it later, but she wanted to be sure that he knew she wasn't going to take his crap anymore and finish the stalking once and for all time.
"Why does it mean so much to you?" he turned to face her.
"Because it's my drawing! And it belongs to me!" she yelled getting up in his face.
"Is there a problem here?" Dean asked gruffly as he and Sam came into view. Dean was intent on beating the piss out of the dumbass jock.
"No!" Dylan yelled towards the Winchesters as Charlie said, "Yes." while glaring at Dylan. Her eyes growing even redder as the seconds passed.
"What happened?" Dean asked Charlie staring down Dylan.
"He took one of my drawings and won't give it back." Charlie said grabbing for his hand and trying to pry his fingers away from the crumpled piece of paper.
Dean started towards them and Dylan's hand instantly flew away from Charlie's grasp, punching Dean square in the jaw. Dean fell back against a tree and quickly lunged forward tackling the young man to the ground. Charlie quickly grabbed the paper and stuffed it into her pocket.
"Dean!" Sam said trying to peel his brother off of the jock. "Stop it! He's not worth it!"
Dean ignored his brother's request and pummeled the cocky son of a bitch in the face and went to punch again, but Sam's words set in. "You're not worth it." he stood up and Dylan backed off. "Get out of here before I change my mind."
Dylan stood up and started towards Charlie grabbing her arm to pull her along, but she punched his swollen jaw.
"Remember this I'm not powerless. I know how to throw a punch." she snarled at him. He grabbed her wrist to again bring her along. Dean grabbed her other arm death glaring at him until the jock walked away.
While all of this was happening, Charlie had some sort of 'flashback', but it didn't make any sense to her.
Flashback of that day in 1883:
Charlie was sitting by Miss Fanny's Spring and she heard someone coming through the woods. She turned and saw Dean.
"Fanny, you made it." Dean smiled happily.
Charlie stood up confused, "Name's Charlie, Dean." she corrected him and then noticed his outdated outfit. "What are you wearing?" she laughed.
"Dean? I'm Peter." he said confused and then looked at his clothes, "There's nothing wrong with my clothes. This is the latest fashion." he said pulling at his white blazer.
"Peter?" she asked slowly, "Fanny? Oh god." she muttered. 'How did I get here?'
"Are you alright Fanny?" Peter asked stepping towards her.
"No." she shook her head.
"Fanny!" another voice shouted coming through the woods, then a young man stepped out of the woods that looked like Dylan.
"Who are you?" Peter asked.
"Joseph." Dylan's look-alike glared at Peter. "Come along, Fanny. You aren't supposed to be out here with this pompous drunk."
"I'm not like that anymore." Peter replied sincerely. He had severely cut back on his heavy drinking, gambling, dangerous horse races, and completely gave up on the loose women when he met Fanny. She was unlike any other woman he had ever pursued.
"Fanny let's go." Joseph grabbed her arm yanking her from the spot she stood. Charlie struggled to make him let go and managed to slip out of his grasp.
"Dy…Joseph, I don't want you." she glared at him.
Flashback Fast-Foreword:
"Fanny!" a girl that looks like Macy runs towards Charlie in her bedroom.
"What is it Macy?" Charlie asks thinking she is back at her dorm room.
"Who's Macy? I'm Beth. Doesn't matter. Peter and Joseph are dueling up at Piney Prospect. We have to go now."
"Peter!" Charlie screams running through the woods in her nightgown.
Gunshots pierce the air and Charlie stops in her tracks. "Oh god." she runs faster. Getting to the location of Dromgoole rock just in time to see Joseph holding his gun out and Peter dropping to the ground. "De…Peter!" she shrieked and ran to his side.
Present:
Charlie opened her eyes back to the present. Dean holding onto her left arm and Dylan holding onto her right wrist. Sam standing in front of her…with someone standing behind him.
The figure steps into sight and the young girl looks exactly like Charlie, but dressed in a white lacy dress.
"Fanny?" Charlie mumbled.
"What?" Dean asked, now more worried about Charlie than Dylan.
"Charlie, together we have to right some wrongs." Fanny said stepping closer to her, touching her shoulder closest to Dean.
Charlie felt coldness in her shoulder and became weak. Her vision blurry as she started to drop to the ground.
Dean caught her, "Charlie! Charlie?" he asked worried.
Her eyes were barely open and as she muttered, "Fa-Fanny." before slipping into unconsciousness.
"What? What just happened?" Dean asked looking up to Sam as Dylan stormed off.
Sam knelt down beside the young passed out girl, "I don't know. I think she just fainted. She'll be okay. Let's get her back to the motel and she could tell us what happened when she wakes up."