Poor Unfortunate Soul Part 2

Soundtrack:

Elle King – Ex's and Oh's
Bruce Springsteen- Born in the USA
The Pretty Reckless – The Walls are closing in

Sam had rented them a van, which was currently parked outside Richard Roman Enterprises.
"How's it going?" Dean asked as he and Lacey climbed into the back. Sam was already inside, Charlies laptop on the bench in front of him.
"Great, since she set all this up. Look." Sam pulled up some security footage. "See this? I can put each camera on a pre-recorded loop. Once I do that, she'll have 15 minutes."
"15 minutes ain't a lot of time." Dean pointed out.
"No. She said if it took longer to hack his desktop, then she deserved to be eaten." Lacey chuckled and Dean looked impressed.
"I like her."
"Me too. I wonder if she's a Nancy Drew fan…" Lacey mused. Sam shook his head and turned back to the screen where Charlie could be seen, pacing at the side of the building.
"Wait is that…" Dean leaned forward, squinting at the screen. "Son of a bitch."
"What?" Sam asked.
"Look at her bag." The other two leaned forward, trying to catch whatever it was Dean had spotted. Sam groaned as he realised Bobby's flask was in the side pocket of Charlie's bag.
"Bobby. Wait. You think he…"
"Hitched a ride after we told him to cool his jets? Yeah. What the hell's he thinking?" Dean sighed.
"He's not. So what do we do, call the whole thing off?"
"We've only got one shot at this."
"Do you want me to go in with her?" Lacey asked.
"There's no time, we can't get you another key card, plus they know your face." Dean told her.
"I don't have to go in through the front door, I could just phase through a wall." Lacey shrugged.
"If things go sideways, that's what we'll do." Dean grabbed his phone, which was linked to Charlie's Bluetooth head set.
"Charlie, it's Dean." They could hear muffled singing on the other end as Dean put her on speaker. "Are you singing?"
"I sing when I'm nervous. Don't judge me."
"Judgement free zone." Dean assured her. "Listen, check the side pocket in your bag." On the screen they could see Charlie pull the flask out of her bag.
"Oh. Thank you. Good idea." She took a sip from it.
"Yeah, no problem. Look, that's kind of a family heirloom." Dean improvised. "It's a good luck charm, okay, so don't lose it."
"Copy that. Okay. Let's do this." Charlie sounded firm but didn't move from the spot.
"Uh, Charlie? Charlie?" Dean tried to reach her.
"I'm having a hard time moving." Charlie informed them.
"You can do this." Dean encouraged.
"I'm not…. I'm not a spy. No, I can't do it. I can't do it. I can't do it. I can't." Sam grabbed the phone from Dean.
"Charlie, hey, it's Sam."
"I'm sorry, Sam. I'm sorry. I… I just…" Sam interrupted her.
"It's okay. Listen, who's your favourite Harry Potter character?" Sam asked.
"Uh, Hermione." Charlie stuttered, unsure why he was asking her that.
"Hermione. Well, uh, all right, did Hermione run when Sirius Black was in trouble or when Voldemort attacked Hogwarts?"
"Seriously?" Dean asked, raising an eyebrow at Sam.
"Shut up." Sam muttered.
"No, of course not." Charlie answered.
"What did she do?"
"She kicked ass. She actually saves Harry in practically every book. And then she ends up with the wrong…" Charlie rambled until Sam cut her off.
"Uh, stay on track. Okay, so she kicked ass, right? So, then what are you gonna do?"
"I'm gonna kick it in the ass." Charlie said, trying to sound more confident.
"Good girl." Sam nodded approvingly.
"Oh, you go, dunble-dork." Dean rolled his eyes.
"And when you get back we are so discussing the missing house elves stuff from film four!" Lacey called out. Dean turned his disapproving gaze on her. "What?"
"It's a good job you're cute." He told her, smirking at her and ruffling her hair.
"Get off!" Lacey joked, shoving him. Sam shushed them and they turned to watch Charlie enter the building, passing through security and getting into the elevator. As soon as she reaches the fourth four and climbs out, Sam hits a button and the security footage changes to an empty elevator. Charlie climbs back in, swipes her new pass and hits the button for the eleventh floor.
"I'm in. I've always wanted to say that." Charlie told them as the elevator began to climb.
"You're on the clock. Move." Dean instructed her. When she reached the eleventh floor Charlie stepped out of the elevator and walked towards the offices. Moments later she jumped to the side.
"Hey, there's a big-ass guard up here, blocking the door. What do I do?" She hissed into the ear piece.
"Just wait him out." Dean told her. Charlie glanced through the glass door at the guard, who was now sitting down, reading a magazine.
"He's not going anywhere." She informed him.
"Okay, you work there every day. Do you know the guy?" Dean asked.
"I guess. I mean, I've seen him. I've never talked to him."
"Okay, when you've seen him, does he look at you, or does her just kind of slide his eyes by?"
"Ummm… eye contact? I don't know. He always kind of smiles a bit. I don't really.." Charlie floundered.
"Good. What you're gonna do is you're gonna walk right up to him and you're gonna flirt your way past." Dean instructed.
"I can't. He's not my type." Charlie told him.
"You're gonna have to play through that."
"As in he's not a girl." Charlie told him.
"Oh. Oh." Dean looked surprised and then back tracked. "Pretend he has boobs." Lacey gave him a look like he'd lost his marbles.
"Worse."
"Well, I don't know…" Dean was reaching now. "Do you have any tattoos? Give him a little sneak peek there. All tattoos are sexy."
"Mine is Princess Leia in a slave bikini straddling a 20-sided die." Charlie told them. "I was drunk. It was Comic-Con."
"We've all been there." Dean chuckled.
"Want me to teleport in and wipe his memory?" Lacey offered.
"Yes! Please can we go with that option!" Charlie begged.
"Let's try a less invasive option first. I'm gonna walk you through this." Dean told her.
"Oh, I can't wait to see this." Lacey leaned back in her chair, grinning at Dean. Charlie took a deep breath before opening the door and stepping inside.
"Start with a smile." Dean told her. Charlie pasted a Cheshire cat style grin on her face. "Relax, Charlie. You just got home and Scarlett Johansson's waiting for you." Charlie let out a contented sigh and her smile became more natural. As she walked towards him the guard stood up.
"Can I help you, miss?"
"Hey…" Charlie read his name badge. "Bill. Charlie from IT." She held up her ID.
"Oh. Burning the midnight oil, huh?" Dean began telling Charlie what to say then she'd repeat it to Bill.
"Just like you, I mean, when you're not at the gym. What, do you work out with all your free time?" Charlie began to twirl her hair, getting into the role.
"I try to get to the gym at least 3 days a week." Bill smiled and stood up starighter. "Just trying to get back to my fighting weight, you know?"
"It shows. You look amazing." At this point Sam and Lacey are trying not to laugh out loud, almost falling off their chairs.
"This never happened." Dean muttered to them.
"You do anything else with your free time, like take a girl out for a drink?"
"Stop laughing, you two!" Dean growled as they began to collapse into hysterics.
"Stop laughing you two…" Charlie stumbled for a moment and tried to improvise. "Ummm, you don't know that bar, Stop Laughin You Two? That place is bringing sexy back. Which is easy cause it kept the receipt!"
"Stop talking, Charlie!" Dean groaned.
"Stop talking Charlie. Right. So un, you were saying about going out, drinks?" She batted her eyelashes at him.
"Umm, yeah, yeah. That'd be great."
"Cool. Pencil that in. Hay, can I ask you a favour? The ladies room downstairs is nasty. Can I use the exec washroom to powder my nose?" Charlie wheedled.
"Yeah, yeah. Why not? Um, it's right down the hall. It's the first door on the right." Bill smiled, clearly hoping to get in her good graces. Charlie smiled and winked at him before heading in the direction he had pointed.
"I feel dirty." She said into the headset as she walked past the bathroom and on to Dick's office.
"You and me both sister." Dean muttered as Sam and Lacey tried to compose themselves.
"The eagle is landing. Going radio silent." Charlie told them as she approached the office.
"Let us know when you're out."

"So, guess we just wait." Sam said, leaning back in his chair.
"Yeah." Lacey leaned over to whisper in Dean's ear.
"I'll make you feel dirty in a different way later." Dean smirked back at her.
"Oh, I'm sure you will." Sam began to fill containers with Borax as Dean and Lacey continued to watch the security footage. When nothing happened for a while, Dean let out a sigh.
"Well, this is awesome. You know what? New plan. From now on, we just stay in the van and send in the 90 pound girl." Lacey raised an eyebrow at him.
"Well, that's half of what you do."

"You know what I mean, 90 pound non-super hero girl." Dean shrugged.
"Plus every chomper on earth knows our faces. How many do you think are in that building? We wouldn't make it past the lobby."
"Yeah, I know. Doesn't mean I got to be happy about sending in Veronica Mars."
"I could take them." Lacey said, crossing her arms. Sam chuckled.
"I don't doubt you could put them down, it's keeping them down that's the problem. And if she's not ok, we go in and help." Sam shrugged.
"And get as far as we can. Damn right." Dean nodded.
"Hey, guys." Charlie was back online.
"Hey."
"Sending you all the flagged dig files now."
"Charlie, you are a genius!" Sam grinned.
"I know. It's a problem." Lacey smiled at her response. Someone else entered the room and Charlie began talking to them.
"Damn it. Hey, Pete! Guess we're both on deadline, huh?" She said, sounding overly cheery.
"How's it going?"
"Good, good. I'll give you a full progress report in a few hours."
"Great. Hit that deadline, right? Well, holler if you need anything." The guy left the room and began talking to them again.
"Hey, guys, you still there?"
"Yeah. What the hell was that?" Dean asked.
"Oh, just my manager, the monster."
"Leave." Dean instructed her.
"I can't. I got to act normal. I told him I was working. Let's just finish this." She began typing away and Dicks emails began to appear on the laptop in front of Sam. "Are you seeing this?"
"It looks like Dick stopped digging days ago." Sam frowned as he read through them.
"Why?"
"Guess he found what he was looking for." Dean shrugged. "Can you check?"
"Way ahead of you. Looking at travel reports, expenses… here we go. Something in his suitcase left Iran last week. Spent the last 72 hours in armoured cars and private planes. Whatever it is, it's coming here for Dick tonight. So what the hell is it?"
"I don't know. Whatever it is, he wants it bad, which means we got to grab it, end of story."
"Well, it's landing at a private airport near here… crap, right about now. A courier's set to pick it up."
"What's the exact landing time?" Dean asked.
"42 minutes. Can you make it?"
"I can teleport us over there now." Lacey nodded.
"All right, Charlie, call us when you're clear."
"Text you from the border, bro." Charlie said as she signed off.

Lacey teleported them to the airport and they followed Charlies directions to where the plane should have landed. Once they found it Lacey used her telepathy to convince the courier that the suitcase they handed him was the one from the plane while Sam and Dean grabbed the real one before Lacey teleported the to the outskirts of the airport.
"So, what now?" Sam asked.
"See what we've won." Dean opened the case and pulled aside the cloth coverings. The three of them stared at the contents.
"Did we just steal a hunk of red clay?" Sam asked.
"That's a good question. Why don't we answer that a few thousand miles away from here though? Now where is Charlie?"

They tried calling her but got no answer so Lacey teleported them back to Richard Roman Enterprises. When they got to the front door they saw Charlie trying to open it from the inside but to no avail. Suddenly the glass front began to crack all over. Dean glanced at Lacey but she shrugged at him, as if to say it wasn't her. Dick Roman and Charlies boss appeared from one of the elevators. Pete made a grab for Charlie but suddenly the two of them went crashing into a nearby pillar. Lacey let out a sigh and used her optic beam to shatter the glass completely so they could step through.
"He's one of them!" Charlie called out as Pete began to approach them. Dean tossed a cannister of borax at him. As Pete began to smoke and scream Sam picked Charlie up from the floor.
"That would explain it. You're hanging out with the wrong crowd, kiddo." Dick grinned as he stepped forward. Lacey was about to square up to him when Bobby appeared in front of them.
"Not so fast, Dick." Bobby sent him flying backwards across the foyer and in to a glass display unit.
"Guys, come on! Come on!" Sam encouraged as he headed for the door with Charlie. Dean glanced back at Bobby before following Sam and Lacey out.

They climbed into the car and Dean drove off at high speeds.
"Charlie, talk to us. You ok?"
"No. Why didn't you kill him?" Charlie asked, sounding pained.
"Cause we can't yet. But we will." Sam told here.
"The really evil ones always need a special sword. Oh, okay. I'm gonna pass out now."
"Just a sec." Lacey put her hand on Charlies arm and healed her broken arm.
"Wha…. Wow. Thanks. That was awesome. I'm still gonna pass out." Charlie said as she leaned back in her seat.

The next morning Charlie went back to her apartment and grabbed some stuff before they took her to the bus station. She bought a ticket, although she didn't tell them where she was going, and they headed for the terminals.
"I left your dumb flask on the back seat, by the way. Worst good luck charm ever." She told them as they stopped beside one of the buses.
"Here you go." Dean said, handing her the bag he'd been carrying for her.
"Thanks."
"So listen, we can't thank you enough." Sam told her.
"Actually, you can. Never contact me again, like, ever. Deal?" Lacey looked a little disappointed at this.
"Deal." Sam shook her hand and Dean did the same. Seconds later she was sandwiched in a tight hug from Lacey.
"Be careful."
"Oh, ok, thank you." Charlie looked slightly surprised but hugged her back.
"Yeah keep your head down out there, okay?"
"This ain't the first time I've disappeared. You think my name is really Charlie Bradbury? Please." Charlie smirked at their expressions. "So, good luck saving the world. Peace out bitches." She held up her hand, giving them the Vulcan salute before climbing onto the bus.
"She's kind of like the little sister I never wanted." Dean said as they watched her go.
"I'm gonna miss her." Lacey said, sounding a bit down. Dean wrapped his arm around her shoulders as the three of them slowly walked in the direction of the car.
"We got to talk." Sam told them.
"What, you mean before we get back to the car and the flask?" Dean guessed.
"Exactly. So, what the hell happened back in the lobby, Dean?"
"Man, if I had a free shot, I'd have bitch slapped the hell out of Dick." Dean shrugged.
"Yeah, but, I mean… Charlie got her freaking arm broke." Sam said, stopping and turning towards them. "If Lacey hadn't been there to heal her…"
"He didn't mean to do it."
"Exactly. He's not in control, not about Dick. That was vengeful spirit crap."
"I know. But it's still Bobby." Dean sighed.
"But if he really goes there, he won't be anymore, and then we won't be able to pull him back. And then what are we supposed to do?" He looked between the two of them.
"I know. Look, let's just figure out what that thing we stole is, and then we'll figure out what the hell to do with Bobby." Dean shrugged again and carried on walking. Lacey bit her lip and looked up at Sam.
"It's Bobby…. I don't know what to say." She told him, before trailing behind Dean, her head down. Sam watched them for a moment before following them back to the car.