Sasha's POV

I had no more time to think of my situation now, I was about to be in the room and if I had even a glint in my eyes, the brothers would catch on instantly; one of the disadvantages of being with these boys 24/7.

"So what did you figure out?" I asked Sam after I entered. Bobby stood and gave me a hug, commenting on how short I still was. Oh, my father-figure…

"Well, we figured out that it's been playing us this whole time. I mean, starting fights with us, stealing our stuff so we blame each other, faking an alien abduction…" Dean trailed off.

"What? How could it do that!"

"It's called a Trickster. They can create things as real as you and me. They're Demi-Gods."

I nodded, "So all these people have been tricked? But why not me?"

"They tend to go after people who are…" Bobby fought for the right words.

"-Dicks." Dean spoke.

I sighed, "So they do this to prove a point. Like, cut people down? And how do we know who it is?"

"They take the form of humans; usually someone on the inside of everything."

"And who have we known who's been in the middle of it all?"

I spoke up, needing to say it but fighting my voice from shaking, "Charlie…"

We now entered the campus again, telling Charlie that we'd start the re-wiring. Sam pretended like he had to get something out of the 'truck' but he was really snooping around where Charlie keeps his stuff.

Throughout the time walking to the room with Dean and Charlie, I was angry. First, because he was keeping this from me, but then I decided that I kept a secret from him as well, so we were even. Then, I grew angry at a comment he made: "Sorry I'm draggin a little ass, it was a busy night last night. Lotsa sex, if you catch my drift," Dean retorted with a "hard not to," and the conversation was left behind.

But not for me. After all of this, I thought someone actually cared about me. He'd taken me on dates and I was hoping that I'd found something. Sure, I knew it wouldn't work but, hell, it was worth a shot.

On the way out, Charlie had given me the eye again but I just brushed it off and walked out with Sam and Dean. They began a fight; we'd found out that Charlie read Weekly World News.

"Just because he reads The Weekly World News doesn't mean it's our guy, you read it too." Sam spoke to Dean.

"I'm tellin' ya, man, it's him."

"Look, I just think we need some more proof, that's all."

Dean stopped, turning to him, "Bobby mentioned these suckers have a metabolism like an insect, a real sweet tooth."

"Well, I didn't find any candy bars."

"Probably because you missed something."

"I don't miss things," Sam snapped and I backed up, holding my head.

"Oh, 'cause you're Mr. Perfect."

"What?"

"Are you still pissed at what the Trickster did!"

Dean snapped, "You've been a tight-ass LONG before that," I noticed Charlie look out the window at us, no doubt listening in to the fight.

Sam sighed, "Look, just stay here, keep an eye on the janitor. I'll go to his place and see if I can find more evidence before you go in staking the man. Okay?" he paused, waiting for Dean's reply, "okay?" he repeated.

"Okay! Okay." Dean ran a hand through his hair.

We sat there for a while, seeing if Charlie was going to come out or whatever. After more tiresome minutes of annoying talk about Charlie with Dean, I stood up.

"Oh, screw this," I spoke, walking into the campus. Dean followed and we searched around for anyone. There was no one there but we heard music playing somewhere and we followed the noise.

We opened the doors to the performing arts center and entered. Two women; one blonde and one brunette, climbed closer to us from on the bed which sat on the stage. They were clad in lingerie.

"They're a peace-offering," Charlie spoke, sitting in one of the seats before the stage.

"Well, man, I dig your style. I mean the slow-dancing alien?" Dean laughed.

"One of my personal favorites." Charlie laughed.

I was silent, couldn't help but glare at the girls on the bed. Were they the ones he slept with last night? They're not real, I know that.

"But they're not real." Dean spoke my thoughts.

"Oh, but baby, it'll feel real." One of them spoke.

"Go ahead, as long as you want. Just long enough for me to high-tail it to the next town."

"I can't. I can't let you keep hurting people." Dean sighed.

"Ah, that's too bad. I liked you three!" he laughed, "but, Sam was right…you shouldn't have come alone."

Just as we planned, Sam and Bobby both entered; Sam through the door closest to me and Bobby opposite him. Sam nodded at me, glad I was okay. Well, on the outside, I'm sure I looked fine…

Dean slowly pulled out the stake, "You're right."

"That fight you two had outside, that was a trick?" he asked, putting two-and-two together. Dean shrugged with a smirk, "That's pretty good. But…mine are better." Just as he spoke, a chainsaw man appeared next to Sam and another thing attacked Bobby. To be honest, I couldn't remember; I was being attacked myself; by the blonde hooker while Dean was attacked by the brunette.

My fists closed and I did a full swing towards her pretty-little jaw. She cried out and I could feel Charlie's eyes on me. That just urged me on more.

The whore swung back, punching my nose until I tripper her, running over to the brunette one who was hovering over Dean, and tackling her to the floor. She fell with a shrill call and I heard Charlie clapping with laughter. I punched the girl again and was lifted up by the blonde, thrown to the stage floor. They double-teamed Dean, tossing him off the stage and into the first row of seats.

"Wow, nice toss, ladies." Charlie clapped again. I stood, jumping down by Dean to help him up.

The chainsaw man nearly hit me while Sam dodged and I squeaked nervously.

"Sash, careful!" Sam called.

Dean was being attacked by the girls again and I eyed the stake. I knew what I had to do…acting upon it would be my only problem.

Picking it up, I lunged at Charlie, tears filling my eyes. I really cared about him; it was possible I could have loved him.

"Sasha…" he whispered, "You don't have to do this."

"No, I really think I do…"

"You don't. They're occupied; they'll deal with it while I sneak out. Right?"

"No," I snapped, tears falling, "I wouldn't be able to live with myself after this."

"But you'll be able to live with yourself if you kill me?" he shook his head, "I should have expected nothing less…from a hunter."

Anger pulsed through me, "You have no idea how much this hurts. This life! I hate it. But it has to be done, so don't go griping to me!"

He paused, sighing, "I'm not pure evil. I'm getting back at those assholes that like to screw with people."

"By killing them? You're going just as low as them, Charlie. You know that, right?" he stayed silent, "which is why I have to do this…" I gripped the stake tighter so my knuckles turned white. "I'm sorry." And I impaled him.

The monsters disappear and blood pours from Charlie's chest. I wipe away the stray tears so that when Sam comes over, wrapping his arm around me, he doesn't see…

Goodbye, my almost lover…