Chapter 7: Past

(Dean's POV)

Charly was sleeping peacefully in the back seat and Sam was driving. It was only going to take us about a day in a half to get the New York, but with everything Charly had been through she needed to rest. And this was the first time I had seen her sleep peacefully since well… the morning I woke up in her bed.

I tried to do anything to get my mind off of her. But it wasn't working, and then something reminded me of something that I needed to ask Sam about.

"So we are going back to New York… have you called Sarah and told her?" I asked Sam.

"No, I mean we don't know how long we will be in town and I don't want to make any promises I can't keep." He told me almost sadly.

"Dude you have to quit being such a wuss. Seriously last time I saw you two together you were in a major lip lock and now you won't even call her? You have issues…" I said. He snarled.

"I have issues? You're the one that is falling for the pretty girl in the back seat but won't fess up to it. Come on Dean, why won't you tell me what is going on with you two?" He asked.

"Because nothing is going on Sammy… unfortunately." I muttered the last part quietly.

"Well all I know is that if you two of you don't figure it out soon, this ride is going to be hell. All you have done while both of you were awake is argue. I swear she is like the female version of you or something…" He said. I just rolled my eyes.

"Whatever dude…" I said. And I pulled my sunglasses over my eyes and closed them.

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(Charly's POV)

When I woke up I was no longer curled up in the backseat of the Impala. Instead I was cuddled underneath blankets on a bed in some motel. I groaned and sat up.

"Hey, Sam went to get some food and he is bringing you back something." Dean told me. I just nodded and put my hand to my throat. "Are you okay?" He asked.

"My throat is still kind of sore…" I said hoarsely.

"That didn't stop you from yelling at me in the car earlier." He smirked. I just rolled my eyes.

"Whatever…" I replied. Dean and I had gotten in another fight about… I don't know something stupid. It seemed like we couldn't talk for five minutes with out arguing. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that we were so much a like… or that we slept with each other. I really don't know but it wasn't fun when he was winning, and right now my pain meds made me lose and I didn't like it.

"It's on the table." He said, noticing that I was looking for my medicine.

"Thanks." I said and opened the bottle.

"Be careful with those… they can be addicting." He told me. I laughed some.

"Thank you father." I said sarcastically before popping the two pills in my mouth.

"Do you not want water?" He asked as I swallowed. I shook my head.

"Please… that's for amateurs. I've been taking tons of different medicine since I was sixteen. This isn't any different." I told him.

"Why were you on meds?" He asked curiously.

"I was on post-anxiety stuff after my parents died, then they put me back on it when Autumn was killed. Then with vitamins and diet pills…" Man I really sounded like a crack head. Which I wasn't, it was all ordered by either doctors or dance teachers.

"Wait… diet pills? You are like ten pounds, why did you need those?" He replied with concern.

"They give you energy and keep your metabolism. One of my instructors made me take them." I told him. "It was kind of a hit in confidence, but I got over it…"

"Are you still on them?" He did not give up.

"No… not for about a year." I said. He just nodded. "Well look at that…"

He looked up at me curiously.

"I think we just had a whole conversation with out trying to rip each others heads off…" I said giggling some. He smiled.

"Well it's a good thing since Sam isn't here to intervene…" He said.

Later Sam came back. He knew my throat was soar and got me soup and a chocolate shake. Strange combination but it was perfect.

"So I think we need to get dressed and go somewhere." Dean said. "This room is getting old…"

I nodded and so did Sam. So we went to a small bar and did out research. I liked this place. It wasn't full and loud. It was just quiet and simple. Perfect place to come just to hang out, or do research like us.

"What are we even looking for?" I asked as Sam and I sat down at a table. Dean had found other things… or shall I say other women to occupy his time with.

I heard Sam say some stuff about shape shifters or something. But I wasn't listening. I was to busy staring at Dean and watching him flirt.

I couldn't believe him! Or these girls! Sure they were attractive but obviously stupid. I mean they fell for every one of his stupid pick up lines and just giggled at everything he said. And he was eating it up. I swear guys like him and girls like them made me want to vomit.

Why did I even bother? I did feel something for him, and this hurt a little but I could never ever put my heart on the line and be with a guy like him. Ever. And this just proved it.

"Earth to Charly… are you listening?" Sam said tapping me on my shoulder. I was brought out of my angered trance.

"Sorry…" I muttered. He just laughed.

"You know if you like him, you could tell him. I'm pretty sure he would love to hear it." Sam told me.

"I couldn't ever be with someone like him. Plus who is saying I like him?" I said. He just smiled.

"Don't wait forever Charly… in this business we never know how long we might have. So we just have to live each day like it's our last." He said.

"Wise… now I know why Dean calls you geek boy." I teased. He just rolled his eyes.

"You two are so alike and you don't even know it." He muttered as he went back to his laptop. I just laughed and went back to staring around the bar. Then someone walked in. I heard the bell on the door and quickly turned my gaze to be met with a familiar face.

"Oh my god…" I whispered and stood up. She noticed me to and we both broke into a fit of smiled.

"Charly! Oh my god I haven't seen you in… well like four years! What are you doing back?" She asked.

"Umm.. road trip…" I lied. She just smiled and we hugged again.

"Its so good to see you again!" She said.

"You to Sara!" I exclaimed.

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(Dean's POV)

Charly had been staring in my direction and it totally made me question what I was doing… but after a couple drinks I didn't care. But then someone walked in the door. She looked familiar and Charly had run up to her and embraced her. I looked over at Sam whose expression matched mine. So we both walked over to them. Then we knew why she was so familiar.

"Sara?" I asked. Sam had a smile so wide it was going to his ears.

"Dean? Sam?" She said smiling. "Oh my god how are you two?" She asked as she hugged me. When she got to Sam she gave him a kiss on the cheek as well.

"Fine…" I have a feeling Sam would have said more but Charly cut him off.

"Wait a second… how do you guys…" The she looked at me with this questioning expression.

"Hey this one was on Sam." I said honestly. And she actually laughed.

"They were in town and I met them on some… well business…" Sara was having some trouble with this one.

"Possessed painting, we had to destroy the spirit inside and Sara helped." I explained. Charly nodded and kept smiling.

"How do you two know each other?" Sam asked Charly.

"We went to school together since like… kindergarten, I mean we practically grew up together and were like best friends, until I moved that is." I said kind of sadly.

"Huh… small world." I said. Then Charly and I both must have noticed the way Sam and Sara were looking at each other. She was just quicker to do something about it.

"Hey Dean… why don't we go outside for a minute. I think I left my wallet in your car." She said.

"I can just pay… I mean you can pay me back later if you want but…" She hit my on the arm and nodded to the others and I got the point. "Oh… ok I will go with you."

We both walked outside and stared in the window.

"So Sam and Sara huh?" She asked.

"Yeah… pretty strong attraction, but we just haven't had time to come back while we have been looking for this demon." I explained. She nodded and then something darkened in her eyes.

"Are you okay?" I asked. She shook her head slightly as she stared at the two people we knew.

"They really like each other…" She said quietly. I noticed she didn't have her coat on and it was freezing outside. She started she shiver and as if it was instinct, I pulled her to my chest and wrapped my leather jacket around both of us. She was uneasy for a second, but the relaxed and stopped shivering.

"Yeah… they do…" I said. But I wasn't staring at Sam and Sara. I was looking at Charly.