Charlie

The rest of the day had been a complete waist of time. They had spent hours rubbing over books that had no answers and called other hunters, seeing if they had ever killed something that couldn't be killed, none of them had. They went back to the motel when Courtney started to nod off and Charlie was an inch away from ripping Dean's head off.

She was back on the floor, her pillow under her head and her blanket pulled up to her chin. Her lower back still felt like an angry dwarf was throwing a temper tantrum but she would rather put up with that than sleeping in the same bed as Dean Winchester. She had half a mind to make Sam sleep with his brother so she could get a good nights sleep but she knew that idea would be shot down faster than the last duck in hunting season.

Courtney was typing away furiously on her laptop on the bed she was sharing with Sam, her full attention on the screen in front of her. Charlie had told her what she had felt in the victims house, the uneasy feeling that screamed 'YOU'RE NEXT!' in her mind.

"Well, I'm hitting the hay," Dean said, stepping out of the bathroom in a T-shirt and boxer briefs. He shot Charlie a triumphant smirk before he jumped onto the bed like a child would. "I'm going to sleep in clean sheets that smell like sunshine and dewy meadows," he said before shimmying under the covers and letting out a content sigh.

She glared up at the bed and rolled over to face the wall. She closed her eyes and tried to fall into the dreamless sleep she had managed the night before but found that she couldn't with the annoying tap of Courtney's computer. "Goodnight, Courtney, don't let the vampires bite," she said, hoping Courtney would get the hint.

She let out a sigh but the tapping stopped and the little chime the computer let off once shut down filled the air. "Goodnight, Charlie, don't let the demons posses," she said before the light went out. "Goodnight, Winchester."

"Goodnight, Courtney," both brothers said sleepily.

"!"(there's supposed to be a long ass scream here but the stupid website keeps deleting it! Just scream in your head -.-)

Charlie jumped awake awake, her hands covering her ears as the scream continued. She curled up tighter, burying her head in her knees but that did little to muffle the scream. She wasn't aware that she, too, was screaming before the ear bleeding wail stopped and something was shaking her shoulder. She clamped her mouth shut and opened her eyes.

"Charlie," a firm, demanding voice said next to her.

She raised her eyes and found Dean crouched next to her, his eyes narrowed as he watched her breath heavily.

"Hey, you alright?" he asked, his hand still on her shoulder, his fingers digging into her skin. "Why were you screaming?"

She swallowed hard and shook her head. "Sorry, just, uh, bad dream," she explained, wishing her throat didn't hurt from the scream she had let out.

"What was it about?" Courtney asked, her voice thick with sleep.

Her mind raced for a believable bad dream, for her anyway. "Roosters, a whole room of them," she answered, remembering the one dream that had actually scared the shit out of her.

Courtney chuckled. "You haven't had that dream in years," she stated before collapsing back against the bed with a grunt.

Charlie took in a deep breath and tried to clear her head of the ringing the scream had caused.

"Not going to wake up screaming again are you?" Dean asked, surprisingly still crouched by her side.

She shook her head again. "No, I'm not going to scream again," she stated, hoping it was true. "Go back to the sunshine and dewy meadows."

He watched her for a moment before nodding and getting up, shuffling back to the bed with a yawn.

Charlie closed her eyes and sighed, the child's song running through her head.

If you ever hear the Banshee's cry, your blood will be the next to fry!

D.S.

Sam woke slowly. The thick haze of the dreamless sleep slinking back into it's cave at the pace of a snail. His breathing slowly gained speed, the amount of oxygen smacking his brain into gear. Something was mixed with the oxygen though, something new, something sweet. He opened his eyes cautiously, the morning light his usual enemy. Blinking a few times he found the source of the something sweet. Courtney was laying on her side, her blonde streaked black hair fanned out behind her like wings of a raven. He inhaled deeply once again. She smelled like...sugar.

"Did you just sniff me?"

He jumped a little and looked down at her only to see her lime green eyes looking up at him. He chuckled lightly and just smiled.

She shook her head lightly. "Well, aren't you a morning person."

"Just today," he stated.

She sighed and ran a hand thought her hair. "Well, I need a shower," she said before pushing herself up into a sitting position. "She's going to be hating life today," she stated, her eyes on Charlie.

Sam pushed himself up and looked down at the oddly positioned sleeping girl.

"She should just sleep with Sam," Courtney stated. "It would be so much easier. She probably doesn't even hate him."

Sam smiled and looked over at her. "What about you? You hate Winchesters."

She nodded. "Yeah, but I like Jared's," she told him. "And Sam's."

He chuckled lightly. "Good to know."

Courtney jumped out of bed and grabbed her duffel bag before heading into the bathroom.

Sam ran his hand over his eyes before looking at the clock.

8:30 A.M.

Good enough. He grabbed his pillow and aimed it at Dean's head. His brother jerked slightly but he didn't stir from his slumber. Sam rolled his eyes. "Forget it," he muttered before pulling himself up and out of bed. He pulled his jeans on and new shirt before grabbing the keys off the table. He walked over to the bathroom and knocked. "I'm going to get breakfast, what do you want?"

"Um, cinnamon bun and Charlie likes french toast and bacon," her voice answered from the other side of the door.

"Be back in a minute," he said before leaving the room.

Charlie

When she woke up the next morning she had a splitting head ache and a sore throat. The dwarf in her lower back had wither left or died a terrible death, she didn't really care which one. The others were already awake, moving about their way in an attempt to make something of their day. She laid still, her splitting head working over the fact that she had been marked by the Banshee as the next victim. She had no idea how to banish the Banshee from thoughts so she had a fairly good feeling that she was going to die. She had come to terms with the fact that she would die doing what she did and at least she wasn't going to be eaten. Courtney was old enough to go off on her own, she would be fine and the Winchesters? Well, they would just add her name to the body count. Mom would accept it for what it was and give Jo a lecture on the dangers of hunting, a dead horse she had beaten so many times before. Ash would probably steal what little underwear she had left at the road house and make a shrine or something in that pervert manor only he seemed to pull off. Bobby would have them burn her body at the salvage yard, taking back the Desert Eagle he had given to her years ago. They would shed a few tears, say a few kind words and move on with their lives. It would be like she had never existed.

"You gonna get up anytime soon?"

she refocused her eyes and found Dean standing next to her, dressed in his Sunday best. "How was the sunshine and dewy meadows?" she asked, her voice still groggy.

"Felt like I was eating rainbows and shitting butterflies. Get up."

Charlie narrowed her eyes at him. "Any particular reason you want me up?"

His jaw ticked. "We need to find this thing before it kills someone else."

"Trust me, no ones dying anytime soon."

He watched her for a moment before walking off, leaving an angry looking Courtney in his wake.

"Why didn't you tell you'd been marked?" she demanded with a whisper yell.

"Because I didn't know till last night!" Charlie answered with her own whisper yell.

"What are you going to do?"

"Hunt the damn thing!"

"With you marked?"

"It'll be easier that way!"

"What if you die?"

"Then I die!"

Courtney let out an angry sigh and threw her hands up in defeat. "Fine, you wanna die, die!"

Charlie rolled her eyes and pushed herself up into a sitting position. "Do you honestly think I'm going to die?"

"With you it's always a surprise," she answered, dropping down onto her bed. "Please try to make an effort not to die, okay?"

Charlie sighed and rolled hey eyes once again. "Yeah, fine, I'll try not to die."

A bright smile crossed her lips. "Good. Not get up!We're pulling an all day research at the County Records."

"We have to dress up to do that?" she questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"We gotta look like feds."

~Magical Supernatural Time Skip~

She let out a groan as she crawled into the diner booth. Her splitting headache had grown to a migraine that threatened to make her lash out irrationally. Once again they had spent their entire day researching something they knew nothing about. Courtney had spent most of the time leaning against Sam, reading with mild interest what he was reading. Charlie and Dean on the other hand spent their time shooting each other glares and rather childish faces.

"That was a waste of time," Courtney stated, sliding in next to her. "What did we learn?"

"Nothing," Charlie moaned, letting her head rest in her hands.

Sam let out a sigh. "Well, we know the Banshee hasn't always been here," he stated, picking the menu up. "It came here just to kill the McAdam family."

"So that means it's probably moved on to a new family and is out of the state," Dean said, sounding more than displeased that he had wasted a whole day on reading.

"Trust me, the Banshee is still here." Courtney shot a glance down at the girl next to her, a concerned look on her face.

"How do you know? Do you have some Banshee detector hidden up your skirt?"

Courtney puffed up at that, her fingers curling around the butter knife next to her hand. She was about to snap a reply when an overly perky waitress skipped up to them, a blinding smile on her lips.

"What can I get you to start?" she asked with her pad and pen at the ready.

Dean smiled up at her, that smile only reserved for those about to be laid. "Well..." he paused to read her name tag, "Dixie, I'll have a coffee, black."

Dixie giggled lightly before looking at Sam.

"Uh, I'll have the same," he said uneasily, slipping her a soft smile.

She nodded and looked to Courtney with a slightly deflated smile.

"Just make it 4 black coffees," she stated, saving herself and Charlie the pain of repeating it.

"I'll be right back with that," she informed them before skipping off.

Charlie sneered after her. "Chav," she muttered, getting a chuckle from Courtney.

Dean screwed his face up. "Chav?"

"You don't want to know."

With a shrug he went back to looking at the menu.

Sam set his own menu down and rubbed his forehead in frustration. "How do you banish a Banshee from thought?"

"If we knew we'd tell you," the girls said with the same monotone.

"It might be like the Morton House? Those Tibetan monks or something." Dean stated, looking to his brother to be told that he was right.

Sam shook his head. "Those were amplified prayers and Banshees are Irish."

Dean pulled a child's face and turned away, muttering under his breath.

"Maybe the person needs to meditate or something. You know, clear the mind of everything around them," Courtney suggested.

Charlie let out a snort. "I'm not doing any of that self help yoga crap," she told her sister.

Sam's eyebrows furrowed. "Why would you need to do it?" he asked, looking down at the half asleep Charlie.

"What?"

"You said you weren't going to do the self help yoga crap," Sam stated.

"No I didn't."

Yes you did."

"No I didn't."

"Yes you did."

"No, Sammy, I didn't."

"Don't call me Sammy, and yes you did."

"You're hearing things."

"No I'm not."

"You must be."

"I'm not hearing things."

"Pretty sure you are."

"Well, I'm not."

"You sure?"

"Yes."

"Positive?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure you know the muffin man?"

"Yes!"

Charlie went silent as she waited for what she had said to sink into his brain.

"Wait-what?"

They all laughed, even Dean.

"Admit it, Sammy, she got you," Dean said, clapping his brother on the shoulder.

Sam turned a deep red and glared down at the blonde. "You're trying to change the subject," he accused.

"Well, I don't want to know every scandalous detail about your affair with the muffin man," she stated with a more than bored tone. "I mean, me and the Easter Bunny have been going strong for years now but you don't hear me spilling every juicy detailed of our sex life."

Sam was shocked into silence.

Hello Readers!

Here's another chapter to The Valentine Twins! I hope you liked it and you'll review with feedback. I really don't like how uneasy I am with this Banshee case and any encouragement would be wonderful!

See you in the dark,

Alya Kihaku + Shiri Mizuki O.o