Charlie wasn't sure what woke her but she was glad that it did. She had shifted to her side and somehow got her arm around Dean's chest, under his arm. What shocked her the most was the fact that Dean had gripped her hand, pressing it to his chest. She tried to pull said hand away but Dean's grip was steel tight and he didn't let go. She let out a sigh and relaxed back against the the bed, surprised how close she was to him. Her face nearly buried in his back. She clearly had made the first move in this new sleeping position, seeing as he was still on his side of the bed.

She closed her eyes and waited for the dark abyss but felt a spine chilling shiver instead. She rose to her elbow, looking the room over for any signs of the thing that wanted her dead. The shiver became a constant, getting her whole body to shake. She hated to admit it but she couldn't handle the Banshee a third time.

Looking down at Dean she used the hand he gripped to shake him awake. "Dean, Dean, wake up," she whispered, leaning closer to him. "Dean!"

He jumped awake, a small grunt leaving him when he realized it was Charlie. "What's wrong?" he asked, his voice thick with sleep.

"I have that evil-thing-is-lurking-in-the-shadows-waiting-to-kill-you feeling, majorly," she told him, her voice a shaky whisper.

He took a moment to fully wake up, taking in her shaking frame and wide eyes. "Do you see it?" he questioned as he reached under the pillow for his pearl handled gun.

She shook her head and scooted closer to him, surprisingly feeling better now that he was armed. "Not yet."

"Okay, here's what we do," he said softly, keeping calm so she would to. "You're going to lay back down and tell me if you see anything and I'll shoot at it, all right?"

"In the motel? Someone will hear," she whispered back, a little panicked.

"You got a better idea?"

She watched him for a moment before laying down again, shaking against the mattress as she darted her eyes around the room.

"Come here," Dean said, rolling to his back and holding his arm open for her.

She hesitated for a moment before rolling into his side, her face burying in his chest for a moment before moving to look up at him. "You got me covered, right?" she asked. She hated the fact that she sounded weak and worried.

"Nothing will touch you," he answered.

She went silent, her mind running over the last 24 hours. She hadn't thought one bad thing about the oldest Winchester and she had to admit that she had fun watching Dr. Sexy M.D with him. She took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, not believing that she was going to say.

"I'm sorry that I threatened to shoot you, that I almost ran you over, that I knocked you out, that I stole the Impala, that I punched you, that I kneed you, that I yelled at you about John, and I'm sorry for everything else that I've done to you and will probably do you to," she said with a surprisingly calm and steady voice.

Dean was quiet for a moment, shocked that she had actually apologized. "I forgive you," he said finally. "But if you ever steal my car again, I will kill you myself."

A small chuckle left her as her hand raised to play with the small hole she had found in his shirt. "Can you honestly blame me though?" she asked.

"No, but that doesn't mean you can steal it."

"Can I at least drive her sometimes?"

Dean thought for a moment. "Do I get more pie?"

She smiled. "How about every time we go to Bobby's, I drive and make you a pie when we get there," she suggested.

He smiled down at her. "Deal."

Charlie smiled into Dean's shirt, cheering in head at the thought of her driving that beautiful car. She propped her chin on Dean's chest and scanned the room, searching for the bitch that wanted her dead.

Something outside the window caught her attention, a flutter of white.

"I think she's here," she whispered, her eyes locked on the door, waiting for her to walk through.

"Where?" Dean whispered back, his grip tightening on his gun.

"The door."

He raised his gun level with the door and waited, his breathing shallow. "Tell me when."

She locked her jaw and willed the Banshee to step through the door so Dean could blow a hole through her head.

O'Conner

Charlie jumped a little when the name was whispered into her ear.

Kalin O'Conner

Was that her name? Kalin O'Conner?

"Charlie, you see her?" Dean asked, glancing over at her with a worried look.

She could only shake her head.

I've been looking for you, Kalin O'Conner.

Fuck. She knew this wouldn't end well.

You're going to bleed for me, O'Conner.

"Charlie, come on, is she here or what?" Dean demanded, noticing how she was shaking again.

She blinked a few times, her vision coming back into focus and froze. She saw the white cloaked figure standing by the door. "She's just staring at me," she said, her voice almost inaudible.

"Where is she?" Dean asked, his gun still raised.

"She's by the door but she hasn't moved."

Dean raised the gun to where he assumed the Banshee was standing. "Can I shoot her?"

"You can try."

Dean went to pull the trigger but something stopped him, a sudden pressure on his hand causing it to shake slightly. "The hell?"

Charlie's eyes widened. "She doesn't have to scream to apply pressure," she stated before she was suddenly pushed off the side of the bed.

"Charlie!" Dean yelled before his whole body was pushed to the bed, unable to move.

Charlie pushed herself to her knees, looking to the Banshee with a narrowed eyed glare. "Playing with your pray?" she asked, her tone full of mock.

He does not need to die, O'Conner, just you.

"Then kill me," she stressed, holding her arms out to her sides. "Go ahead, finish me off."

As you wish.

The pressure reached her before the scream did.

!(for the third time in this story I have been denied a scream...so once again, will you please scream in your head? Thank you)

She crumpled to the ground, her hands clapped to her ears in an attempt to muffle the scream. Her mouth hung open in a scream that never made it up her throat.

S.C.

A shiver went down Courtney's spine and her stomach churned. "Somethings wrong," she stated, looking over to Sam with wide eyes. "Somethings wrong with Charlie."

Sam didn't bother to ask how she knew something was wrong, it was a feeling he got whenever Dean did something stupid. "Call her," he instructed as he pressed harder on the gas pedal, shooting them forward through the dark.

Courtney bit her lip and shook her head, pulling her phone away from her ear when she got Charlie's voice mail. "She's not answering," she said before punching in Dean's number. She bounced in her seat as she waited but nearly threw her phone when his voice mail popped up also. "Dammit! Where are they?"

Sam glanced down at his watch and cursed in his head. "We're almost there."

"No, no we're not! We're three hours away! What are we going to do?" she yelled, on the verge of a break down.

Sam opened his mouth to tell her to calm down when she cut him off.

"If you tell me to calm down, I will shove my phone down your throat!" she threatened, pointing a finger at him.

Sam didn't speak.

Courtney let out a shaky breath and wrung her fingers together, thinking of something-anything she could do. When the idea slapped her in the face, she scrunched her eyes closed and clapped her hands together.

Dear Castiel, thou art in heaven, I have a terrible feeling. Please, please just make sure Charlie and Dean are safe. Please...protect them.

"Courtney, is something wrong?"

She jumped when the voice of Castiel spoke from the backseat. She spun around and found him in all his stoicness. "Tiel, you have to do something! Charlie and Dean aren't answering their phones and I have the I'm-going-to-be-an-only-child feeling!" she yelled, her eyes wide and voice filled with panic.

Castiel watched her for a moment before disappearing.

She let out a long sigh and slumped back into her seat, relief flooding her. "Thank God for angels," she muttered, a small smile on her lips.

Sam raised an eyebrow down at her, a little surprised.

"What?" she asked, raising her own eyebrow.

"Nothing. It's just...most hunters don't react well around angels," he answered. "I know Dean didn't."

Courtney gave him a small smile before reaching into her pocket and pulling out an old rosary. "Born and raised Catholic."

Sam was surprised by that but didn't question her on it. Dean had done the same thing when he had told him that Sam prayed every night. It had pissed him off enough to refrain from speaking about it with him. "I didn't know the Harvelles were...Catholic."

Courtney couldn't help but chuckle at that. "No, uh, my...biological family was Catholic and I just sort of kept it up," she explained with a shrug.

He nodded with a small smile. "That's actually pretty cool," he told her.

She cleared her throat and shoved the rosary back into her pocket. "I mean, I don't go to church every Sunday and confessional just gets awkward when you're trying to explain that you killed five vampires and a werewolf on the way to said church," she said with a smile. "Plus, he gives you an odd look when you make him bless a flat of bottled water."

D.C.

Dean struggled against the Banshee's hold, trying to see if Charlie was dead or not. The room was eerily quiet, too quiet for someone who was being tortured a few feet away from him. His eyes were searching the room for any sign of the Banshee but he found nothing that suggested danger.

Charlie lay with her face buried in the carpet as she choked on her own scream, her fingers becoming sticky with the blood that was leaking from her ears. The pain that swept through her body kept her from doing anything about saving herself, all she could think about was when it would end.

The scream vibrated everything around her, the glass in the windows cracking while the plaster in the ceiling did the same.

Her vision started to dot, the room disappearing in circles as she got closer and closer to giving up. All the years that she had fought to keep herself alive, a life that she acted like she didn't care about. There had been a lot of close calls with both her and Courtney, but she had never felt like giving in. She had never sensed her time of dying until now. The words of the Reaper came into play as she ground herself into the carpet.

Swung!

The scream died out with a gurgle before the sound of a body hitting the ground reached their ears.

Dean jerked up as soon as the pressure disappeared. He sat up straight, ready for a fight when he saw Castiel standing over a lump of white, a woman's head with long blood red hair a few feet away, the angel sword gleaming with black blood.

"Cas?" he asked, a little surprised to see the angel there.

He looked over at Dean before reaching down to grab the Banshee's head. "You should see to Charlie before I return, she looks...as you say, like hell," he said before disappearing.

Dean scrambled to the other side of the bed and looked down at Charlie. He sucked in a deep breath when he saw Charlie curled up on the floor, her hands and face covered with blood from her ears. She was shaking just like last time but she didn't seem coherent.

"Charlie?" he asked, crawling off to crouch beside her. He reached out slowly and gripped her shoulder, putting a little pressure to roll her on her back. He jumped when a small scream escaped her.

S.C.

"Open the box."

The two jumped when Castiel appeared in the backseat, a bloody Banshee head clutched in his hands.

Courtney grabbed the box and lifted the lid, holding it out to him.

The blood red hair went in first before the severed head did, Courtney slamming the lid shut and fastening the latch.

"So, that's it?" Courtney asked, looking down at the box like it held the plague .

"The Banshee is dead."

"What about Charlie?" she demanded, reaching out to grab his arm so he couldn't leave. "Is she alright?"

"She's alive, if that's what you mean," he answered.

"Is she going to stay that way?"

"Yes...would you like me to take you to her?"

Courtney shot a glance at Sam before nodding.

Castiel gripped the seat and soon they were sitting in the motel parking lot, the engine of the Impala still running. Both Sam and Courtney were slightly dazed, the sensation of teleportation playing havoc on their stomachs. Courtney was the first to recover, her hands shakily opening the car door and flying out, heading to the motel door. She heard Sam and Castiel behind her. She threw open the door and stepped in, her eyes searching frantically for her sister when she saw Dean couched between the two beds. She rushed over and found him hovering over a bleeding Charlie.

"Oh my God, Charlie!" she yelped, dropped down next to her, reaching out to touch her.

"Don't!" Dean snapped, catching her wrist before she could lay a finger on her. "It hurts when she moves," he told her.

Her eyes narrowed as she looked back to Castiel. "Why haven't you healed her, Tiel?" she demanded.

"I took care of the Banshee first," he answered before stepping forward, gently pushing both Dean and Courtney out of the way so he could take their places. He reached out and pressed his fingers against the shaking woman's forehead, instantly healing her.

Charlie gasped and pushed herself up. Her hand went to her mouth as she crawled towards the bathroom, Dean on her heels. She hunched over the toilet and dry heaved, her whole body arcing from the effort. Dean gathered her hair and held it at the base of her neck, keeping it away from the water.

Courtney and Sam looked up at each other, masks of shock on both their faces.

"What the hell happened to them?" Courtney whispered loudly.

"Maybe they came to an understanding?" Sam suggested, whispering back just as loudly.

"Forget understanding, this is a damn miracle!" Courtney cheered, a bright smile on her lips. "Maybe they wont be at each others throats all the time now."

"You know we can hear you, right?" Charlie's slightly wheezy voice spoke from the bathroom.

They both looked over and found the two walking into the room. Charlie still looked like she had been dragged through hell, even though the blood was now gone and she wasn't shaking. Dean looked alert and tired at the same time, clearly having stayed up later than he should have.

"So, the bitch is dead?" Charlie asked, looking down at the body of the Banshee.

Castiel nodded. "Yes, the Banshee is dead."

"Well, what the hell took you so long?" she demanded, new found anger bubbling up. "I was bleeding from my ears! From my ears, Tiel!"

The angel flinched slightly. "You are alive, that is all that matters," he stated in the monotone voice of his. "I shall dispose of the body," he said before walking over to said body, grabbing it and disappearing.

Charlie glared at the spot Castiel had been before turning to Courtney. "We like him, why?"

She shrugged, a small smile on her lips. "He's hot and he's...well, he's like that special kid you just can't help but love."

The other girl couldn't help but chuckle at that, shaking her head slightly as she moved to collapse on the bed her and Dean had been sharing little less than an hour ago.

"Can we please just sleep?" she asked, her voice muffled by the pillow.

Sam chose that time to let out a long yawn, the hours of endless driving catching up with him.

Courtney smiled up at him before nodding. "Yeah. Let's get some sleep."

~Magical Supernatural Time Skip~

~Next morning~

The four hunters sat in the surprisingly well kept diner, their attention on the laminated menus in front of them, their slightly fried minds trying to decide what they wouldn't mind eating. They were dressed in their normal clothes, the guys in jeans, T-Shirts and button up shirts, while the girls were in black skinny jeans, concert T-Shirts and pony tails. Their morning had been slow, everyone in the group moving at a slug pace as they made themselves look human.

Charlie rolled her head over to look at her sister. "What are you getting?" she asked, her voice still slightly thick from sleep.

Courtney grunted and let out a sigh. "I was thinking about the chicken cordon blue skillet," she answered, reaching up to rub her tired eyes.

"I might get the apple french toast," she mused before looking up at the guys. "What about you?"

"Anything that comes with coffee," Dean mumbled, the heel of his hands digging into his eyes.

"Fruit pancakes," Sam said, seeming to be the most awake out of all of them.

Charlie nodded. "Apple french toast."

They all looked up when a middle aged waitress walked up to them with her pad out and ready to take their orders. "What can I get you, honey?" she asked, looking down at Courtney with a small smile.

"The chicken cordon blue skillet with a large cup of coffee, sugar and cream, please," she told her, surrendering her menu.

"Apple french toast with black coffee."

"The special with coffee."

"I'll have the fruit pancake and also coffee."

She trapped the menus under her arm and nodded. "That'll only be a few minutes."

Three out of four grunted in response as she walked to the kitchen.

Sam looked over at the others sharing the table with him and sighed at the silence. "So, what exactly happened last night?" he wondered, leaning across the table to look at Charlie a little closer.

She looked up at him with half closed eyes, a frown pulling at her lips. "Starting from when?"

"Whenever."

Charlie glanced over at Dean and saw the pleading look in his eyes. She could almost hear him shouting in her head 'DON'T MENTION !' She looked back to Sam and shrugged. "Nearly drowned, Dean saved me, watch TV all day, got attacked by the Banshee, Tiel saved me and now I'm sitting in a diner booth looking some freakishly tall man in the face with the best bored expression I can muster."

"Wait, you almost drowned?"

Charlie looked over at Courtney and nodded. "Out by the pool, Banshee showed up and I fell in, Dean pulled me out, we ended up in the shower together before Tiel showed up and healed me."

"You fell into the pool?"

"That? That's what you caught in that statement?" Charlie stated, her eyebrows scrunched together. "What if he had taken advantage of me in my weak state of mind?"

Courtney watched her for a moment with a dead panned face. "I doubt he would still be alive if he had taken advantage of you in your weak state of mind. Now, you fell into the pool?"

Charlie blinked a few times before nodding. "Yes, I fell into the pool."

Courtney thought about that for a moment before a bright smile twisted on her lips. "Did he...?" she trailed off with a raised eyebrow.

Charlie just glared at her.

"Haha! Is that why you're being nice to him?"

"Part of it."

Courtney chuckled and looked to Dean. "You have no idea what you've done, do you?" she questioned before Charlie elbowed her.

"What?" Dean asked, looking more confused than Sam.

"You have a bodyguard for life now."

Charlie nudged her sister once again and shot her a glare. "Do I have to stab you with a fork? Cause I will."

"Oh calm down," she told her, patting her arm. "Look, our foods here."

The waitress arrived with their plate, surprisingly not having to ask who ordered what. "Anything else I can get you?" she asked.

"Nope, we're good," both Dean and Charlie said.

"Call me if you think of anything."

They dug into their food, the only sound was them eating.

"Kalin O'Conner," Charlie said after their plates were cleaned.

"Who?" the others asked.

"That's what the Banshee kept calling me. Kalin O'Conner."

Courtney glanced up at the others, a small frown on her lips. "Do you...want to dig? See if there was ever a Kalin O'Conner born in the states?"

Charlie thought for a moment before shaking her head. "No point in looked for dead people we're not going to salt and burn."

"How do you know they're dead?" Sam asked, his voice quiet and gentle.

"Banshee's move through families, oldest to youngest. If I had any family they're dead by now," she stated before letting off a shrug. "Just thought I would tell you."

Courtney cleared her throat. "Well, at least we know you're Irish. I mean, Kalin O'Conner is pretty Irish."

"Hey," Dean said, leaning forward, catching their attention. "Why weren't you called that? I mean, if it is your real name then where did Charlie Dark come from?"

Charlie's eyes shot down to her plate, her fingers playing with the fork. "The workers get to name the kids without identification."

"And they chose Charlie Dark?"

She gripped the fork with both hands and put pressure on the spin. "Everyone always laughed when I explained it," she muttered.

Courtney let out a snort. "We're not going to laugh."

Charlie caught her bottom lip between her teeth and chewed it before letting it out with a defeated sigh. "Well, you know how I was dropped off in a box?"

They nodded with interest.

"Well, it was a Hersey's box for dark chocolate. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory plus dark chocolate equals Charlie Dark."

The other three were silent as they thought about what Charlie had told them.

Dean was the first to break the tension. "That's kind of messed up."

Charlie let out a laugh. "Yeah, that and the dark chocolate bar I got every years for my birthday," she muttered with an eye roll.

"That's why you wont eat dark chocolate? I thought that was just another one of your weird ticks," Courtney said with a bright smile.

"Oh, you wanna get into weird ticks? Hat about you teeth phobia?"

Sam straightened at that. "Teeth phobia?"

Charlie nodded quickly. "Yeah, if someone's teeth are really jacked up she had trouble talking to them, she can't look at them most of the time," she explained before leaning forward to look at Sam's mouth. "You're fine. Perfect pearly whites."

Courtney winced lightly, her hand circling her right wrist.

Dean noticed but didn't question, the look on her face telling him not to.

I really don't have an excuse for how late this is so you can go ahead and hate me. I hope you like it and will review.

Heads up, the next chapter will actually play into Season 4, so look forward to that :)

See you in the dark,

Alya Kihaku + Shiri Mizuki O.o