Chapter 3: Agreements

Winter in Chicago may have been cold, but my apartment got hot very easily. Therefore, I never wore much to sleep in, mostly just a sports bra and a pair of shorts or maybe pajama pants if it was an extremely cold night. Tonight wasn't that night. So I had on my usual ensemble. I also had a bad habit of getting really thirsty around two in the morning, which was the time.

I snuck out of my room and tried desperately not to wake Dean up. He was sleeping on the pull out and without even noticing, I ended up staring at him.

I'll be the first to admit that this guy was absolutely gorgeous. Especially at the moment since his shirt had been discarded to the floor and his blanket was pulled down to his waist. It was really hard not to stare…Eventually I was able to tear my eyes off of him and go into the small thing I liked to call the kitchen. I got a glass out of the cabinet and set it down while I pulled out a can of diet soda. I poured it into the cup and was about to take a drink, but my middle of the night clumsiness kicked in and I dropped the glass and it shattered. Part of it landed on shin and sliced it a little bit.

"Oww.." I yelped quietly.

"You ok?" I heard a tired voice ask. I turned to find Dean walking over to me. It hurt, but I could take care of this by myself.

"Yeah, just cut myself a little." Ok I looked back down, the gash was a little more then I thought at first. He was already over to me by this point and noticed the cut.

"That looks like more then a little…" He said rubbing his eyes a bit. I just sighed and limped over to the sink and grabbed a rag.

"I've had worse injuries then this I promise, you can go back to bed." I said.

"Nah, now that I'm awake, I'm awake for at least a little while, until something tires me out again." He told me.

"Well, find something to make you tired then because tomorrow afternoon the three of us have a lot of research to do." I told him as I press the cold rag to the cut. I bit my bottom lip as the cool water hit the open flesh and the applied pressure pushed more blood out.

"Yeah but I don't have anything to tire me out… unless you have some suggestions that I would be more then likely to consider." He said with that cocky tone again. This guy didn't give up.

"Look, I've only known you for about fourteen hours and you are hitting on me more then most drunk guys at bars do. If you haven't gotten the hint, then I will make it clear for you." I started as I winced a little from the pain the cut was causing me. "Just forget it, even if I was interested I wouldn't give into you. I'm not some brainless slut that you can just pick up. I know the type of guy you are, every single guy I have ever fallen for did the exact same thing… but I'm not doing it again. We are working on a case together and nothing more. But I would be more then willing to be your friend."

My heart had been broken, I wasn't afraid to admit it. The last guy I had dated was exactly like Dean. He was gorgeous, flirty, and into himself. Two months after we officially started dating I caught him in bed with another girl. I didn't want to be hurt again, not like that.

He just stared at me for a second. I thought he might get angry, but I was wrong. Instead he came over to me and put one arm around my waist. I gave him a funny look but something told me not to back away. He led me over to my kitchen table, pulled out a chair and made me sit down. Then he took the rag from my hands and pressed it lightly against my leg.

"Do you have any thing to clean this with besides water?" He asked. I nodded and pointed to a cabinet. He went and got bandages and peroxide before coming back and fixing my leg.

"Thanks…" I told him. It was unexpected but I appreciated it.

"No problem, that is what friends do right?" He said smiling a little. But the smile was almost sad.

"Yeah… right…" I said skeptically. He helped my clean up the glass and then I went back to bed.

But instead of sleeping, all I could think about was Dean's touch… and if I really had felt something, or if I was imagining it.

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(Dean's POV)

She was right. And I knew right off the back that she wasn't a one night stand kind of girl, but I couldn't help it! She was beautiful and all I could do was think about things to well… do to her.

I know that isn't right, but I am me, and I am ok with that.

But there was something in her eyes when she was saying that she knew my type of guy… something that told me she knew all to well what someone could do. She almost looked hurt, and I was wondering if someone had hurt her… if they had, they are probably the most stupid son of a bitch out there.

And then when I helped her with the cut, for a minute there she looked straight into my eyes and I saw something… something warm and welcoming. In the whole fourteen hours I had known her, I hadn't seen anything in those eyes except walls and coldness. Charly may have put off a front, but you could tell she had more secrets then what she was really putting off.

But friends? I mean could I really be friends with a girl? With out benefits? I guess with her, I was willing to try.

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(Charly's POV)

I got back from practice the next day to find that the guys had printed and posted everything paranormal that had to do with the Trinity all over my house. Instead reeling them one, I let it go.

"What did you find?" I asked.

"Spirit, it is definitely a spirit." Sam told me.

"Of?" I replied.

"This local actress from about seventy years ago… they were doing a community play there and she and her boyfriend were in it together. She was completely in love with him and then one day, she caught him backstage with another woman. She went insane and killed them and then killed herself. There is a legend about the theatre that this lady haunts the place and takes the life of any performer that has had a broken heart from something of the same incident and isn't letting it go. She thinks she is saving them from a life long pain." Sam said.

"Where are her bones then?" I asked.

"Cremated…" Dean said. I sighed and sulked back in the chair.

"Then what do we do?" I said.

"Well it says that the legend is more like a curse and there is a way to break it…" Sam started. Dean and I just stared at him. "The thing is… it is almost impossible… I mean if you have a broken heart it has to be healed. This thing prowls on it's victims for a long time and feeds off their pain. If the victim finds something that takes the pain away, when the spirit tries to kill them it will repel and destroy it."

"Hey Charly… I know that what happened to your family tore you up inside and all… but that isn't the kind of pain this thing feeds off of…If you are the one getting attacked there has to be a reason." Dean pried. I shot him a glance and a breath caught in my throat.

"Look with everything else I deal with… that part of my life is no problem; I mean it is nothing, really." I said. My acting skills were a bit lax.

"Well if that was true then this thing wouldn't be coming after you." Sam pointed out.

God damnit… I didn't like them anymore. They both made the silence uncomfortable and a broke down.

"Ok, a couple months ago I was dating this guy… he cheated on me, I'm over it… case closed." I said quickly.

"Obviously not to over it…" Dean smirked.

"Look when something like that happens to you, it subdues your trust in anyone, not just men. And do you know how hard that is to live with? I mean… I trust my dance partner Jace to throw me in the air and catch me that is easy compared to trusting anyone or anything with my heart." I said. "It doesn't matter that I didn't love him, but I trusted him… and I was wrong."

It was an outburst, but they couldn't just pressure me and not expect one. Both of them looked at me with pity in their eyes and it disgusted me.

"I don't need your pity. All I need is your help so I won't get killed on performance night. Until we find that however, I am getting dressed and going out. You can come or you can stay here… I really don't care." I said.

I didn't mean to sound as harsh as I did, but that part of my life was something I closed off to everyone. So I took a shower, and put on a pair of skinny jeans with my black heels and a black and white top. I did my hair and put on a little make up and walked out the door.

"Where are you going?" Dean asked, obviously amused at what I was wearing. I wasn't surprised, I mean this was the first time either of them had seen me in real clothes.

"To a club with some of the people from the company. We have the day off tomorrow so we figured why not make it worth it and get completely wasted tonight." I said honestly. "Do you want to come?"

I had asked them earlier… the obviously didn't think I was serious.

"I will, anything to relax for a while." Sam said with some reluctance.

"Count me in…" Dean said. They didn't need to change, so I grabbed my coat and we headed for the door.