Charlie had woken up tied to a pillar with her mouth taped. With the little light in the room she was able to make out that she was in what seemed to be an old basement with a tool bench near her. There was a wooden staircase against the far wall behind her. She began to struggle against her binds when she remembered what had happened before she passed out. She could hear the door at the top of the stairs opening. She couldn't see who was coming down the stairs but knew it was Dean.
"You're finally awake. I thought you were gonna miss all the fun. Sam is, though. He's still passed out. But, at least you get to enjoy all the fun things I have planned." His enjoyment of the situation had her really terrified. She was panicking and fighting her binds. "You can't get out of those restraints. I tied them myself."
She watched him walk over to tool bench and pick up a knife. Charlie began to cry. She could only imagine what he was going to do to her. Dean began advancing toward her. He stood in front of her. She tried to back away as far as possible, but she could hardly move due to the pillar behind her.
"Oh, baby, don't be scared. That ruins all the fun." He leant forward and placed a kiss to her cheek. He lifted the knife to her cheek and trailed it down to the top of her shirt while he followed with a trail of kisses. He popped the buttons off the top her shirt to reveal her bra underneath. He nuzzled the tops of her breasts. "You smell delicious."
Somewhere behind her, Charlie heard a groan. She remembered Sam. She tried to push Dean off. "Aw, Sammy's waking up. Now, he can enjoy the show."
Charlie heard Sam's panicked breaths from behind. Dean left her alone momentarily to check on Sam. "Sammy, Sammy, Sammy. If only you stayed at the library."
Dean walked back into Charlie's sight line. He walked back up to her and pulled the tape off her mouth. She hissed from the sting of the adhesive. "Charlie, you have such a pretty little mouth. Beautiful, plump lips. They're just so kissable." He leaned in close to just gently brush his lips against hers. She pulled her head back as far as she could.
"Why are you doing this, Dean? This isn't like you at all." Charlie pleaded. Her tears had stopped running.
Dean circled behind her. She could feel his breath hot against the back of her neck. "Well, it all started when Kevin showed up. I could still tell he loved you from the looks he gave you. That just pissed me off. I still can't believe you never told me about him. I mean, you've told me about every other part of your life, but not about him. Then, you still wouldn't tell me about him. That's why I went out and got drunk."
"Dean," said Charlie softly. "I already told you. He doesn't mean anything anymore. You still sucked face with that chick." Dean had circled back around to stand directly in front of her.
"I said I was sorry," continued Dean. "Why can't you see that I'm sorry? I'm just gonna have to show you how sorry I am." By this time, Dean had a disturbingly devilish smirk on his face. He lowered his head to her neck and began sucking leaving his love marks on her neck. His hands were trailing down her sides where they finally rested on her hips.
"Dean, please stop. Please," cried Charlie. She tried to push him away, but his grip became tighter. "Dean, stop!" He stopped nuzzling her neck and looked her in the eyes.
"Why? I'm not done yet." He lowered his head to her chest leaving hickeys across her breasts. Suddenly, Sam began screaming, but the tape on his mouth prevented anything louder than grunts being heard. "Just sit there and enjoy, Sammy."