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Chapter 4 – Lust and Vampires (pt 1)

CHARLOTTE'S POV

We pulled up to Bobby's place and I eagerly put the car in park and jumped out, yelling over my shoulder for Sam to grab my bags. I ran up the stairs as the front door opened and Bobby enveloped me in a huge hug, the smell of worn books and old spice overtaking me.

"Baby girl! What are you doing here?" he asked, squeezing me tightly as he lifted me off the ground. "I thought you were on a hunt in Missouri! Ellen said you were crashing there for a few weeks!"

"Surprise, Pops!" I replied, my face against his cheek, squeezing his neck tightly. He set me down and put his weathered and callused hands on my cheeks. "I finished up that hunt, then I ran into these two bozos at the Roadhouse…" I gestured to the Winchesters behind me as Bobby barked a laugh and turned to them, acknowledging the boys with a nod. "We wrapped up a Rakshasa case," he looked at me funny, "then they told me they were coming here, so here we are!"

"I need to hear all about this case!" he exclaimed, hugging me to his side.

Dean and Sam made their way up the stairs, Dean looking tired and a little irritated. He had been increasingly quiet the closer we got to the salvage yard. I tried to get him to talk, but he grunted one word answers and stared out the window. He gave Bobby a quick hug and a mumbled greeting, then walked past us into the house.

"Sorry about that, Bobby," Sam spoke up as he approached. He gave him a hug and stepped back. "He's dealing with Dad's death the best way he knows how… he's not." Sam shrugged, but I could see how much it bothered him.

Bobby grunted. "That damn kid," he said, turning me toward the house and leading me to the door. We walked in and heard Dean slam a door upstairs. "He's the most stubborn person I know," he pointed to me, "even more than this one!"

"Hey now!" I said, playfully slapping him on the chest as we entered the living room. He and Sam both laughed as Sam put his bag and mine by the stairs. "Thanks, Samuel." I patted his arm as I walked up next to him and turned to the room. "Who's hungry? I'm going to make some dinner."

"I could eat," Sam replied, smiling down at me. I looked up at him and grinned. He was quickly becoming one of my favorite people in the world, even if it did hurt my neck to look up at him.

"I got some stuff in there, anticipating these boys coming back. Make whatever you want, baby girl." Bobby smiled, then looked up at the ceiling, his mind clearly on the eldest Winchester upstairs. Just like Bobby to worry about one of "his kids." I walked over and kissed him on the cheek. "Missed you," he said.

"Missed you more, Pops."

I made my way across the foyer to the kitchen, hearing a door opening and shutting upstairs. Dean made his way down, dressed in coveralls, walking past me without a word. "Hey stud," I called out as he got to the front door. He stopped, looking over his shoulder. I leaned my head against the doorframe and smiled. "I'll call you when it's time for dinner."

He gave me a little grin, the smile not reaching his eyes like normal. "Okay," he grunted out. I sighed as he walked out, the screen door slamming behind him.

I went to the kitchen and searched the cabinets, seeing Bobby's home-canned spaghetti sauce and some angel hair pasta. I set it on the counter and went to the freezer, pulling out ground beef and Italian sausage. As I set to making pasta, Bobby made his way in and sat down at the table.

"Guess they told you about John."

I set the water to boil and turned to him. "Yeah… right after we met," I quickly told him about the Roadhouse meeting and he laughed when I got to the part where I punched Dean. "Then we went on that hunt."

"How's he been acting?" he asked as I walked to the fridge and pulled out two beers. I opened one and handed it to him.

"Meh, he seems okay…he's a big flirt." Bobby smirked. "He was good on the hunt, super focused and into it, but the minute we left to come here, he kinda became more withdrawn and sullen," I shrugged as I opened my can. "He had a moment with Sam out there too – kinda got a little tense. I wanted to punch him again. It's easy to see he's affected and clearly has no way of dealing with it, other than workin' a case." I leaned against the counter.

Bobby gave me a look over his beer. "Well if that ain't the damn pot and the kettle walkin' hand in hand!" I glared at him. "Girl, you were a mess when your daddy and sister died…I could barely get you eatin' and takin' care of yourself. You were only okay when you were out killin' stuff."

I rolled my eyes. "I wasn't that bad." I took a swig of the ice-cold beer. He huffed and I rolled my eyes.

"Bullfrogs," he replied. "Ellen was ready to send you off to a convent or jail… We had weekly conversations, me and her. We finally got you to stop acting out and start talking…"

"Yeah, yeah… I know," I finally admitted. "Y'all really helped me get through it the right way." He smiled and chuckled. "And Dean should know that he has you and Sam to help him through."

"And you," he added. "You probably understand better than anyone, since y'all are so much alike."

I rolled my eyes again and turned toward the now boiling water. "He doesn't seem like the type to let a girl in, Bobby. Plus, I have work to do and no time for trying to play shrink to a guy like Dean."

He chuckled behind me. "Two peas in a pod." I groaned as I added the pasta to the water. "You should still try and be there for him. Like it or not, Charlotte Daisy, you ARE that girl. You have more life experiences than most, and you can and SHOULD be there for him and Sam. John would appreciate it…and your dad would be proud of you."

I shook my head, tears coming to my eyes. "Damn it. I hate it, but you're right." I wiped my eyes with my sleeve.

He laughed. "And that's where you and Dean are different. He would never say that, but you aren't afraid to admit it. Dean needs you around. He might not know it now, but it's true."

I rolled my eyes for the millionth time that night. "Alright Pops, enough about me and Dean. Let's talk about your last doc visit. How's the blood sugar?" He huffed. "Yeah, I'm turning the tables. Spill."


DEAN'S POV

I walked out the door, hearing Charlotte's sigh and almost stopped, not wanting to alienate her, but I needed to go out and blow off some steam working on Baby. I really needed something to get my mind off Dad and keep my hands busy. And I knew both Sam and Bobby wanted to talk. I hate that mushy chick-flick shit, so I wanted to avoid it (and them) as much as possible.

My thoughts turned to Charlotte as I uncovered Baby. There was still a lot about her I didn't know; she seemed to put up walls when it came to talking about her own family and I had a feeling we had a lot more in common than pure attraction. She was something else, and for the first time ever, I found myself wanting to get to know a woman… beyond her bra size. I smiled to myself.

I'm turning into a chick.

I cleared my head as I popped open the hood and got to work.

About 30 minutes went by when I saw Sam walk up. I turned to my toolbox, ignoring his presence as I shifted through to find the wrench I needed.

Sam cleared his throat loudly. "You were right."

I leaned over the engine to start working. "About what, Sammy?"

"About me and Dad," he replied. I continued to work, waiting for him to continue. "I'm sorry that the last conversation we had I tried to pick a fight. I'm sorry that I spent all my life angry at him. I mean, for all I know he died thinking I hate him. So…you're right, Dean. What I'm doing, it's too little, too late." I heard his voice tremble and I turned from him, closing my eyes, wishing he would stop. "God, Dean. I…I miss him and I feel guilty as hell. I'm not okay. Not at all." He took a breath, sniffling as a sob broke through. "But Dean… neither are you…that much I know." I felt a lump in the back of my throat as I looked down at the ground, still not turning to my brother. He sniffled again. "But, I'll let you get back to work. Just know I'm here when you're ready to talk."

I heard him walking away as an unexplainable rage came over me.

Rage at my dad for getting us into this life.

Anger.

Rage at Dad for treating Sam and me the way he did all those years.

Rage at Dad for seeming not to care what happened to us when he left us behind with no answers.

Anger.

Pain.

Rage.

I looked to my left and grabbed the crowbar leaning against the shed, feeling the urge to destroy everything around me.

I slammed the crowbar into the window of a nearby car.

Anger.

Pain.

Rage.

I turned to Baby, the car left to me by Dad, and saw his face. His big stupid face.

I wanted to hit him. I wanted him to feel my pain for a change.

I lifted the crow bar over my head and slammed it down on the trunk… over and over and over… picturing his face as he taught me everything I know; his face sneered in anger over letting Sam eat fried spam; his anger over Sam leaving for college; his face as he drove away on his own yet again, leaving me to fend for myself.

I hated him.

My arms were burning from the effort to lift and slam the crowbar repeatedly, but I didn't give a shit. I wanted to break everything around me. My chest was burning with effort, my lungs begging for air. But I didn't give a shit.

After one last swing, my arms gave out and I dropped the crowbar, my chest heaving with emotions I'd never felt, listening as it clattered to the ground. I closed my eyes and tried to even out my breath, willing myself not to cry or yell out.

My chin dropped to my chest, still struggling to breathe evenly, my arms sore.

"Feel better?" I heard a tiny voice ask.

I opened my eyes to see Charlotte standing there, her arms crossed in front of her, leaning against an old pickup truck, looking like an angel with her brown hair swirling around her head as the wind whipped around us, her blue eyes shining with a knowing glint.

She looked like she understood my pain. She looked like she wanted to help me.

She looked impossibly hot.

I did something that surprised us both as I stalked over to her and grabbed her face in my hands, pushing my lips against hers.

Her lips were soft and inviting.

She let out a sound of surprise, her mouth quickly opening as she deepened the kiss, gathering the front of my coveralls into her fists and pulling me closer. She tasted like beer with a hint of mint as our tongues met at a frenzied pace. Her arms wrapped around my waist, our bodies melding together as I moved my hands to the back of her head, my fingers weaving into her soft hair.

I heard her moan as she pressed herself into me, feeling the heat of her tight little body, her breasts pushed impossibly close to my chest. I felt myself growing more heated, my pants getting tight as my erection pushed against her stomach, desperate for friction. She moaned against my mouth, her tongue continuing to fight with mine for dominance.

I moaned against her lips as she nipped at my bottom lip, her tongue sliding over mine, the scent of her perfume making my head spin.

"Hey kids!" I heard Bobby call from a distance. Charlotte ripped her mouth from mine, leaning back half an inch, still holding on to me for balance, her face flushed. "Y'all coming in for dinner?" I smiled down at her, loving how she looked so totally turned on… and beautiful.

I cleared my throat as Charlotte looked up at me. "Yeah, Bobby. We'll be right there," I hollered back. I looked down at her, my hand smoothing out the mess I'd made of her hair as she let go of me to smooth out her clothes. "Charlotte…" I whispered to her gently, "I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me." I put my forehead against hers and closed my eyes.

"Hey…don't apologize." She put one hand on my face and I opened my eyes to look into hers. She smiled gently. "I get it, Dean." She dropped her hand and moved back a step. "You're angry…upset…in pain… I've been there." I nodded, missing the heat of her body against mine. "But… smashing your car…making out with me…that's not the answer." I nodded, feeling ashamed of my behavior. "Trust me…I did the same things. I lashed out, made out, had sex with random men," I made a noise in my throat, not wanting to think about her with another man, "did the hunting thing, killed as many monsters as I could. But the only thing that helped me was being with family…Jo, Ellen, Bobby, Rufus…and as much as you don't wanna hear it, because I know I didn't… talking it out made a big difference. Bobby reminded me of that tonight. And he and Sam will be here for you…" I looked into her eyes. "I will be here for you," I felt a lump again in my throat, "when you're ready."

Tears formed in my eyes and I squeezed them shut, willing them not to fall.

I nodded, closing my eyes as a wayward tear slid down my face. She moved in and put her face against my chest as I let out a sob, wrapping my arms around her shoulders and resting my head against the top of hers, holding on to her as I cried for probably the third time in my entire life. We stood like that for what felt like hours, though it was likely five minutes.

"Stupid chick-flick moment," I managed to choke out. She laughed against my chest and held me tighter. I closed my eyes and stayed in the moment a while longer.


CHARLOTTE'S POV

The next day, I woke to laughter floating up the stairs. I smiled to myself, enjoying the sound of Sam, Dean, and Bobby enjoying each other's company. Dean had a rough day the day before, so it was nice to hear him laughing again.

After our moment in the salvage yard, we came in and had a delicious dinner, before Dean hugged Sam and Bobby, patted me on the shoulder and went back out to work on Baby. I heard him come back into the house sometime around 2AM, stumbling down the hall. I heard his footsteps stop outside my room before he padded off to his room down the hall.

I got up and got dressed in my black yoga pants and a ¾ sleeve blue shirt, piled my hair up on my head in a bun, mentally planning on working out in the garage where Bobby had set up a little gym for me years ago. As I made it down to the foyer, the smell of coffee hit my nose and I took a deep breath in; coffee was one of my favorite smells. Leather, mint, and the smell of Dean was becoming a close second…I sighed.

I heard the guys laugh again as I got to the doorway. I walked in to see them all gathered around the table, bowls of oatmeal and cups of coffee in front of them. Sam and Bobby were either side of the table and Dean had his back to me.

"Hey!" Sam said when he saw me, smiling widely as he got up to greet me. He walked over and gave me a quick hug. I grinned up at him. Dean turned to face me, his eyes raking over me from head to toe and back up to my face. I smiled at him and he gave me a subtle wink as Sam walked over and grabbed a mug from the cabinet.

"Morning, y'all." I smiled at them and walked over to Bobby, bending over to kiss his forehead.

"How'd you sleep?" Bobby asked.

"I slept great, thanks." I walked up to Sam, who handed me a full cup of fresh coffee. "What time did y'all wake up?" I asked. I took a deep whiff of the coffee and closed my eyes briefly before taking a sip.

"Not long ago," Bobby replied.

"I got up at 5 and went to work out," Sam replied. "Came in and made some coffee. Want some oatmeal?" I shook my head.

"No thanks, Samuel." I smiled. "I'm going to work out in a bit." He patted me on the arm and went back to sit down. I took a seat across from Dean, folding my leg underneath me. "What's on the agenda today?"

"Nothing… if that's alright with you?" Dean replied. I looked at him, surprised. "I think we need a little break. I want to finish working on Baby and see if I can't get her back up and running." I nodded and smiled at him. I was proud to hear it. Maybe our talk last night got through to him. Sam and Bobby shared a look.

"Well then… I guess I'll work out, maybe go to the library and check out an actual novel, get some groceries. Any requests?"

"You cook?" Sam asked. Bobby laughed as Dean looked at me quizzically.

"She's the best cook… and boy can she bake! I would love your homemade brownies and your mama's lasagna one night!" Bobby exclaimed, looking excited.

I laughed. "Well… I will have to make you a separate batch with some sugar substitute, Pops. Gotta watch that blood sugar." He huffed as the boys chuckled. "Don't worry. It will still taste good!"

"Do you make pie?" Dean asked, his green eyes lighting up at the prospect.

I smiled at him. "I sure do. Apple, pumpkin, cherry…" He grinned, his smile crinkling his eyes as my stomach clenched. I took a deep breath, surprised by how his smile could turn me on. "I'll hook you up." I winked at him as Sam rolled his eyes and laughed at his brother. Dean smiled knowingly.

"So predictable," Sam said. "You and your pie…"

"What? I love pie!" Dean exclaimed.

"Okay…I'll make a list!" I replied, smiling over my cup at the guys.

Yes… a break would be good.