Dean sat on the bed while waiting for the former host of Charles to awaken from his state of unconsciousness on his chair. His ears perked up when the man began moaning.

"Hey-hey, you alright?" Dean asked rather gruffly. He wasn't being mean. He'd just been through this routine countless times. The pale man grimaced and rubbed his face. He looked at Dean with weary eyes for a moment before he spoke.

"It's gone now isn't it." A statement, not a question.

"Yup. Son of a bitch is probably cooking quite nicely now. Speaking of cooking, are you hungry? We've actually got dinner ready if ya want some," Dean offered. A weak smile flew to (human) Charles' lips.

"I'm starving," he said. Dean nodded.

"Good, cuz so am I and it took your ass forever to wake up."

The hunter rose from the bed, helped the man stand, and promptly bounded for the stairs. Charles came after him, walking like a normal person. He came down the stairs and stood in the doorway of the kitchen awkwardly. He hadn't been…well…'himself' in a long time. Seeing Anna and Claire giving him weird stares didn't make him feel anymore at home either.

"Um. Hi. Sorry about…whatever the bastard did. I don't really have a clear picture," he apologized, his eyebrows coming together guiltily. Sam and Bobby assured him that he wasn't to blame and that anyone can be possessed. Claire also shrugged and told him, "It's not your fault. Here, come eat." She then added with a grin, "Anna made real mac and cheese. The outta the box kind isn't good enough for her. She's kind of a brat. You'll find that out real soon."

"Loser," Anna replied, smacking her sister's arm. Claire flinched and mouthed, "See?"

Charles gave a soft smile as a reply. Then he sat down with the girls and hunters to eat. It was a startling surprise to him that he hadn't eaten food for years.

The next morning Bobby and Sam took Charles into town to help him find some of his family. By the afternoon they had him booked for an airplane ride to Tallahassee and were rid of him. Hunters….brusque and efficient, unless Dean was placed into the equation and women were involved. While Bobby and Sam were gone he was having quite a time of it, being the only testosterone filled male in a house with two very lovely ladies.

"Aaaaaah. Just the way I like it. Me surrounded by cars, and you to make me sandwiches," he teased Claire.

"Dean, for the last time, I am not making you a sandwich," she told him offhandedly. Dean gave her his best puppy dog stare before ever so slightly giving her a once over. Claire was sitting on the railing of the porch and was well aware that her tank top was tight and that her shorts were short. (A/N: Oh you skanky chica ;D )

"Are you two flirting again?" Anna interrogated from the living room. She was reading about Irish folk lore and found it fascinating, but she was still determined to harass her sister.

Claire responded to her as she stuck her chin out stubbornly toward Dean, who smirked and placed his large hands on the unoccupied railing on either side of her thighs.

"Ummmm….weren't you reading? There's nuttin' going on out here!"

"Really? You won't make me a sandwich? But I'm your biggest karaoke fan!" He declared. She narrowed her eyes at him, scrunching up her face in mock annoyance.

"Don't you insult my singing!" She commanded.

Dean laughed. "It was actually pretty good," he confessed. Claire was flattered and smiled.

"Was it? I felt so stupid up there!" She laughed. Dean nodded his head.

"It sounded nice. And you were just fun to watch too," he added slyly. She tilted her head with a bashful air, her blonde hair falling a bit in front of her face. Dean then leaned in as he looked her in the eyes….and rubbed his nose against hers.

Claire laughed again and tried to stretch away, but Dean snatched her up, kissing her cheek. The different octaves of their laughter mixed together and Claire thought it sounded nice.

"Heh-heh…Guess who just got kissed by a hot stud?" She bragged to her sister.

"It's still rape Claire. Even if we are legally dead."

"Um, ok buzz kill. We're dead. We can screw who ever the hell we want! WHOO-WHOO!"

"IT'S STILL RAPE, DEAN!" Anna shouted. Both Claire's and Dean's faces fell. Dean put Claire down on her feet to rest his hands against the open window frame and put his head inside.

"WILL YOU PEOPLE STOP CALLING ME A RAPIST!"