Leviathans

Request for Jewel

"Can I please make a request for a Charliexreader one where Charlie and the reader were childhood best friends but have fallen out of touch. Just like Charlie, reader is nerdy, but doesn't know that monsters and such are real. She is attacked by Leviathans, but Charlie and the boys rescue her. The reader picks up hunting, and along the way she and Charlie confess their feelings for each other."

You were putting away fabric at the craft store where you worked, colorizing the bolts and making sure the themes stayed together. Your current project was licensed characters, which included things like Marvel, DC, and Harry Potter.

Your hand paused on a bolt of Harry Potter fleece that depicted the faces of Harry, Ron, and Hermione. The long-haired girl on the fabric reminded you of your childhood friend, Charlie, and her love of all things magical and fictional.

A sad smile tugged at your lips at the reminder and you turned away from the aisle, grabbing a pile of St. Patrick's Day themed fabrics and walking over to the holiday section.

You worked the closing shift which had you leaving work at nine-thirty that night. Once outside the building, you bid your coworker goodbye and headed across the parking lot to your car.

By the time you reached it, someone approached you. He was young and looked innocent enough, but he had no reason to corner you in the dark.

"Can I help you?" you greeted cautiously.

He stared at you before his face contorted. Your eyes widened as you watch his features disappear, a large mouth with sharp, pointy teeth taking over his entire face. You let out a scream as he launched at you – then the world went black.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" Sam asked for the umpteenth time as he, Dean, and Charlie suited up for their next hunt.

"Yes!" the redhead replied eagerly. "Let me hunt!"

The boys shared a look and Dean nodded.

"She can handle it, Sammy. Plus, we'll be with her the whole time," he insisted."

"But they're leviathans, Dean," the taller brother reminded.

"She can handle it," the older repeated.

Sam sighed while Charlie triumphantly fist bumped the air. She followed the boys out to the Impala, throwing her hunting bag into the backseat before climbing in.

"It's got someone!" Dean yelled as he leapt from the car and ran towards the leviathan currently looming over your unconscious body. He swung his machete and lopped off its head, rendering its body useless. He quickly grabbed the head and threw it several feet away so it couldn't reattach itself.

"Is she alive?" Sam asked, jogging over to the two of you.

"Oh, my God," Charlie breathed. She dropped to her knees beside you, her heart twisting uncomfortably as she took your head in her hands.

"Charlie, are you okay?" Sam inquired.

"Do you know her?" Dean guessed.

She nodded wordlessly, tears brimming in her eyes. She checked your pulse and gasped in relief when she found it, signaling that you were still alive.

"Let's take her back to the bunker," Dean said. He scooped you into his arms, careful not to jostle your injured limbs as he headed back to the car. Charlie sat in the backseat while Dean laid you down, your head resting on her lap. She cradled your head and toyed with your hair as Dean drove back to the bunker.

With Sam's supervision, Charlie personally tended to your wounds. He instructed her on cleansing the gashes on your arm with whiskey and sewing them up with a needle and dental floss. She cringed every time she shoved the needle through your flesh and had to pull it through the other side. She knew it would be burning if you were awake enough to feel it. You twitched every so often, but didn't wake.

The next day, Charlie was by your side when your eyes fluttered open. You groaned softly as you came to, your senses taking a minute to wake up. You looked around the simple room you had been placed in, eyes widening when your gaze landed on a very familiar redhead.

"…Charlie?" you guessed groggily, your voice rough from sleep.

She nodded eagerly. "You remember me?"

You struggled to sit up and she reached out to help.

"What happened?" you inquired.

"What do you remember?" she countered.

You thought back to the last thing you could recall, which was meeting a strange man in the parking lot outside your work. "It's going to sound crazy. I went out to my car, and there was this guy waiting there. He didn't say anything. I tried to talk to him, see if he needed help, but he kept staring at me. And then… something happened. His face changed. He turned into this… this monster. I don't know what happened after that."

She nodded in understanding. "This is going to sound crazier. What you saw is called a leviathan. They're crazy virtually un-killable monsters. I've made friends with a couple of guys who track down and kill monsters for a living."

You stared at her. You wouldn't have believed her if you hadn't just been attacked. Plus, you could see nothing but sincerity in her eyes, and you knew she'd never lie to you.

A smile fell on your lips. "I've missed you, Char."

She pulled you into a hug. "I've missed you too, (n/n)."

You spent more and more time with Charlie, Sam, and Dean. You were slowly getting used to hunting, and since you were still new, the boys often had you hang out at the bunker and help them with research so you didn't get hurt. You didn't mind; you weren't exactly ready to jump into the fire after your run in with the leviathan.

You did notice that you were growing closer and closer to Charlie. You'd had a crush on her when you were teens together, but you'd always kept it in because you thought she didn't swing that way. You wondered about it now, with the way her gaze lingered on you when you spoke and the way she sat extra close to you when you were doing research.

You were sitting together doing research one day. The boys had gone to the store for food and Charlie decided to wait with you. You sat beside her on the couch, scooting closer every few moments. She either hadn't noticed or didn't mind.

You reached for another book and found that the one you wanted was on the other side of Charlie. Instead of asking her for it, you reached across her, expecting to be able to smoothly grab the book and return to your seat. Instead you lost your balance and collapsed on her lap.

She raised a brow as she looked down at you. You looked back up at her with a blush on your cheeks. "Sorry," you murmured lamely.

She didn't reply, instead resting a gentle hand on your cheek. She slowly leaned in, never breaking your gaze, and you realized what she was about to do. You beat her to it, leaning up and pressing your lips to hers. Her hand slid into your hair, tugging gently, while her other arm wrapped around your waist. You adjusted so that you were sitting on her lap, taking her face in your hands and tilting your head to deepen the kiss.

You pulled back to take a breath and rested your forehead on hers.

"It's about time," she grinned.

You let out a laugh. "Yeah, it is."

She kissed you again, and that was how Sam and Dean found you when they returned from shopping.