Charlie couldn't believe what and just happened, silently screaming as she exited the diner.
She had just met them. Sam and Dean Winchester. The WinchesterBros, as they were known in the YouTube community. Granted, their videos never really were all that interesting to her, but she enjoyed watching their shenanigans. The fact that they had even subscribed back t her…. she shook her head. It was all too surreal, like someone winning the lottery or a child blowing out candles on a birthday cake.
"Gotta tell Kevin!" she said happily to herself, pulling her phone out of her pocket. She made her way through the parking lot, spotting her bright electric blue and pink moped, hopping on. She straddled the seat, leaing forward on the handlebars to keep her balance as best she could. Fingers shaking, she typed her friend's number, hitting 'Send' on the keypad. Gusts of cold wind played with her hair, and Charlie hunched her shoulders, wishing she had bought a jacket or something- the weather had definitely picked up since she had left her house that morning.
Charlie waited for the phone on the other end to stop ringing, jiggling her foot nervously. Her helmet- a sleek black visor on the front- dangled from one of the handlebars, looking as if it were going to fall off if she shook her bike even more. She let her eyes dart around. To her right there was an empty parking space. To her left was a shiny '87 Impala, the black paint in pristine condition.
"Hello?" came Kevin's voice, cracking through the speaker.
"Kevin!" she squealed, "Guess what just happened?!" It took a minute before he responded.
"Uh, Geek & Sundry reached a million subscribers?" he guessed. From the sound of his voice, he was tired- Probably staying up all night to finish his cosplay video, no doubt, Charlie thought, rolling her eyes.
"No!" she almost yelled (a little too loudly at that), "Although i wish. Anyway-"
"Wait, wait," Kevin cut her off, whistling a tune to himself. Charlie recognized it as the jingle from the Klondike Bar commercials. "You made out with Scarlett Johannson?"
"I told you that dream in confidence!" Charle whined, "But no, unfortunately, she will never know I exist."
"So what?" Kevin prompted, "What else am I supposed to guess?"
"Okay, okay- I just met the WinchesterBros!" she cried, "Awesome, right?!"
Silence was the nay thing on the other end. Charlie furrowed her brow as she looked around the parking lot. People were exiting the diner, and she could see a parent with their child, the little kid running rampant and waving a large pinwheel lollipop in the air. Charlie grinned to herself as she watched the kid drop the candy, his mother rushing to his aid as he began crying.
Kevin's voice brought her back, "Alright, fanboy fest over- Charlie, their videos are amazing! You have to tell me everything, okay?!" Charlie shrugged, feeling the best rise to her cheeks. Often, she hated when she blushed; she looked like a cauliflower turning into a tomato, but right now she didn't care.
"So I'm in the parking lot of the diner right now," she said, swaying idly on her bike. The strap to her helmet was slipping off the handlebar. She ignored it. "And next to me is a really nice '87 Impala."
"That'd be so ironic if they had parked next to you," Kevin suggested. Charlie glanced at it, then back out at the street beyond the parking lot. Cars whizzed by, trees and street lamps dotting the block.
"Yeah, but that's highly unlikely," she blew a raspberry into the phone.
"It's still be cool though, you have to admit," Kevin said.
"So how'd the new video go?" Charlie abruptly changed the subject. Kevin sighed on the other end, but to Charlie all it was was static, a broken antennae on an old television.
"You wouldn't believe how hard some wigs are to style," Kevin complained, and Charlie nodded, even though she knew he couldn't see her. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed people walking in her direction.
"Which one? Rapunzel?" she asked. Often, Kevin's videos involved how to style certain Disney princess wigs so it looked like it came straight out of the movies. The videos usually were five minutes long; an impressionable feat for someone who had only been cosplaying for about two months or so.
"I wish, but no," she heard Kevin groan, "Someone had messaged me requesting a tutorial on restyling an Elsa wig." Charlie sucked in her cheeks.
Frozen was all the rage these days, little kids everywhere singing "Let It Go." Charlie loved the movie, but sometimes it was annoying, with Frozen merchandise in almost every store she went to now, the two princesses slapped on as many items as possible.
"Harsh," she commented. Three men had approached the Impala next to her, but she ignored them, instead focusing on a street lamp in front of one of the stores she saw from her parking space.
Charlie coughed, "You could have picked an easier princess you know. Like Snow White or somethi-"
CLUNK!
Charlie glanced down to see her helmet slip free of her handlebars, rolling towards the Impala. Feet jumped out of the way just in time for the headgear to roll under the car. Sighing, she said into her phone, "I gotta go, Kevin, my helmet just went M.I.A."
"Smell ya later bitch!" Kevin teased, and Charlie smirked, clicking the 'End' button. Slipping her phone in her pocket, she grunted as he climbed off her bike, bending down to reach under the car. The blacktop was rough against her knees, bits of gravel sticking to her palm and under her nails.
"Shit!" she muttered, followed by a rather loud sneeze.
"Need some help?"
Charlie glanced up to see them leering down at her. The WinchesterBros. She felt herself blushing again as she fought a smile.
"Uh, probably?" she said reluctantly, grimacing for emphasis. Sam Winchester, as he had introduced himself in countless videos, crouch down until she was eye-level with him, despite lying on her stomach to the blacktop of the parking lot.
Totally not awkward.
"That your bike?" Dean asked, eyeing Charlie's moped. Charlie sighed, regret washing over her.
"Did you guys really have to park here, of all places to park?!" she mumbled, a little too loudly at that. Sam chuckled as Dean went to the drivers door, opening and reaching in to open one of the passenger doors.
"Idjits," muttered a voice, and Charlie averted her gaze to see an older man chuckling at her. He had a scruffy brown beard and mustache on his face, a trucker's hat smashed onto his head. He wore a shirt advertising some sort of beer under a green and red plaid shirt.
"Don't mind Bobby," Sam broke her out f her trance, "His favorite team lost today, so he's a little annoyed at everything right now."
"Oh," was all Charlie found she could say.
"So what's the problem?" Sam changed the subject, "Something of yours roll under my car?"
"Correction! It's MY car!" Dean corrected his brother loudly, rolling down the window to yell at him. Sam ignored him, focusing on Charlie as she was still lying on the ground, arm outstretched until her hand disappeared under the Impala.
"My helmet," she said, "it fell off my bike and now it's stuck." Sam opened his mouth to say something, emitting the sound of a car horn instead. Charlie grinned as she withdrew her arm, Sam motioning for her to move over. He slid deftly into her spot, and it was now that he was grateful for having such long arms.
After scratching the blacktop with his fingers for a fe minutes, he finally brushed up against something smooth and cool.
"I think I got it!" he said, feeling around a bit more, until his fingers groped the helmet's straps and buckle. Swiftly, he pulled it out, rubbing it on his shirt to clean it up as best he could. Charlie couldn't help but beam as Sam presented it to her with a flourish, "Here you are!"
"Thanks, bitch!" she said, playfully punching Sam's arm. Sam winced in pain as she did so, unsure of whether her words were an insult or a compliment. He decided on the latter, giving her a small wave a he climbed into the passenger seat of the Impala, Charlie buckling up her helmet before climbing on her spiny blue and pink moped. Her red hair flew like a cape behind her as she sped out of the parking lot and down the street.
"She was cute," Dean teased Sam. Sam rolled his eyes.
"Isn't she QueenOfMoondor?" Sam reminded him, and Dean's face filled with realization as he remembered the comment she had posted on their latest video.
"Right, right." Dean coughed as the engine purred to life, "You got everything, Sammy?"
"Yeah," Sam checked for him, peering into the rearview mirror. Bobby was sitting buckled in the backseat, sleeping like a log. Well, Sam thought as he buckled himself in, booze does that to people.
"Alrighty then," Dean smacked the dashboard as he spun the steering wheel, "Let's get Baby Bear home and then hit the hay ourselves."
Sam decided he would watch at least one of Charlie's videos when they got home. Of course, he couldn't promise that they would be that interesting to him.