Chapter 2: You Took My Hand and Danced With Me

"Charlotte what are you doing?" Dean asked, letting the door slam shut behind him. "I'm reading." I replied, shifting to get into a more comfortable position. "I can see that, why aren't you helping Sam find a hunt?" He asked, standing over me blocking my reading light entirely. "She asked me, I said I was fine." Sam replied, glancing up from the laptop. "So I decided to catch up on my book." I said, throwing Dean a smirk. "You can do that tonight, I'm going for a run in 10 minutes you better be ready in 5." Dean replied, throwing a smirk right back to me. "Dean I don't think that's such a good idea." Sam said, once again looking up from the laptop. "She did get pretty banged up on the last hunt." He droned on. What he was referring to was my three bruised ribs, and two of them were cracked. "Sammy I'll be fine, I'll just take it easy." I assured him, pulling my clean running clothes out of my duffle. "I'm just looking out for you." He replied, flashing me his infamous puppy dog eyes. "I know big bro and I appreciate it." I replied, walking over and kissing him on the head. "I'll be right out." I said to Dean, turning to walk to the bathroom.

"Ugh." I thought looking at myself in the crusty bathroom mirror. The left side of my rib cage was bruised like no one's business. It was a rainbow of different colors, normally I would be fascinated with this discovery but I had to get ready quick. If I wanted Dean off my ass that is, and honestly I don't think I could deal with Dean's griping the whole run. On came the clothes, up came the messy ponytail. I owned a brush but I honestly thought messy ponytails were cuter than perfectly bump less ones. "Ready to go Char?" Dean asked, holding two water bottles. "Yeah, just let me put my stuff on the bed." I replied jogging across the room. "Good to go." I said, turning to him with a beaming smile. "Bye Sammy." I said, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"So Deano, how long are we going to run?" I asked struggling to breathe. We had already run a good 5 miles. "About another 3 or 4 miles, you okay?" He asked, looking over at me. "Yeah can we take a break really quick, my ribs hurt like a son of a bitch." I replied, slowing down to a jog. "Maybe Sam was right, maybe you aren't ready to go running yet Charlie. It's been three days since the last hunt." Dean said, stopping beside me. "I'm fine, I'm really fi-." I was then cut off by an abrupt coughing attack. It racked my small frame from s'ide to side. I tasted blood in my mouth. Looking down at my hands, a small puddle of blood was in them. "Charlie, Charlie, Charlotte." Dean said, shaking me trying to break me from my trance. "What's wrong?" He asked, his eyes full of concern. "Dean I don't feel so good." I replied, my knees giving out from under me. Luckily for big brother intuition he caught me just in time. "Hey did you hurt yourself?" He asked, as he set me down and was just noticing the blood on my hands. I shook my head no, the world spinning as I did so. "I coughed it up." I whispered, it suddenly felt like knives where stabbing my chest. I sagged against his legs trying to keep my eyes open. "Shit, Charlie look at me, you're going to be okay." Dean said, fumbling for his phone. I nodded my head only to be taken over by another coughing fit. I felt the blood trickle down my chin but I was too tired to wipe it away. "Charlie, you got to stay awake." Dean said, gently tapping my face. "Dee I'm tired." I mumbled trying to stay awake. "I know kiddo I know." Dean replied, switching his attention to his cell phone. "9-1-1 what's your emer-." Was the last thing I heard before everything went black.

Author's note: Hey guys, sorry for taking so long to update. I've been crazy sick with a cold. And it's gone to my chest, unfortunately I have asthma so I've been in and out of the hospital. Fun right? Anyways, what do you guys think is wrong with Charlie? Please comment and review! Love ya guys!

~emilie