Author's Note: Yes, I am aware that it's been forever. My laptop bit the dust and there was some significant family drama and I started questioning putting myself on the line with these stories. You know, the more chapters I put out, the more likely I am to get a flaming review and I don't think I could handle that at the current time.

So, if you don't have anything nice to say, don't review. And if you do have something nice to say, I need all the love I can get. Thanks.

WARNING: This chapter contains F/F. It's a Charlie chapter, get over it, or don't read.

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Marion was living in Chicago before the month was up. She thought Richard Roman was a Leviathan just based on his smile. As soon as she moved into a motel and paid for a month, she set out to get a job in the vicinity of Roman Enterprises Corporate headquarters.

After charming a coffee shop owner, Barbara Singer began working the counter at the one stop almost every employee at Roman Enterprises made daily, which is how she met a smiling redhead named Charlie.

"We both have boy names." Charlie commented as she waited for her coffee.

"Oh. Yeah. We do. I mean, it's Barbara, but… yeah."

"Has anybody ever told you that you look exactly like I always pictured the elf queen, Galadriel?"

Marion giggled, her hand going to her bun. "Nope. Never been told that. That's 'Lord of the Rings', right?"

"Oh, my god! You haven't read them?"

"No. Haven't had much time for reading, in the last few years. And my parents weren't big on fantasy fiction."

"If I bring you 'Fellowship', will you read it?" Charlie asked, excitedly.

"I've got nothing going on, but this job. I'd love to read an epic."

"Scratch that. Hobbit. I'll bring 'There and Back Again' first. If you like that, you'll absorb 'Fellowship'."

Marion smiled. "Okay. You bring the book, I'll read it."

"Hold ya to it." Charlie said, picking up her cup and walking away toward the Roman building.

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Several weeks later, Marion had read all of the Tolkein books and the Silmarillion. Charlie came in every day, sometimes twice, to discuss the books and Middle Earth, between jokes and stories about the 'Holy Roman Empire'.

On a Thursday afternoon, Charlie came in after work and asked 'Bobbi' to sit with her and have a cup of coffee. Marion took her break after charging Charlie for 2 kids size cocoas. She sat at the table and handed Charlie a venti mocha cappuccino.

"So, I did a little research on you. In today's world, you can't be too safe."

"And you're a techie, I understand."

Charlie leaned forward and spoke in a low voice. "Bobbi, you have only existed for 2 years. I did a little more digging and actually found something, which means you didn't have the Secret Service or the Marshals do it. Social Security changed your name and gave you a new number at your request. I Googled your old name and found some interesting articles in a newspaper in Lawrence, Kansas. About a girl held captive for 30 years."

"Charlie, stop. Please."

"'Barbara' is an old lady name." Charlie said, taking a sip of her coffee. "'Marion Winchester', that's as pretty as it is badass."

"Don't." Marion urged, looking around to make sure none of Dick Roman's lackeys were in the shop.

"Look, I get running away, but why are you here? That creepy old woman left you millions."

Marion took a deep breath and smoothed out her apron. "Yeah. But… I just wanted to live a normal life, ya know? Where my name doesn't make people gasp and my face doesn't elicit pity."

"Well, I don't much do pitying. So, you should come out with me sometime. We've already gotten the obligatory coffee date out of the way. And I need some friends with spending cash."

"Oh, now I'm wary." She said, with a smirk. "You researched deep into my net worth."

"Nah. I'm just interested in your body."

Marion blushed as Charlie laughed. "Thank God. That's the reaction I was hoping for. I was scared you'd get angry. I read how God-fearing the people who took you were."

"Well, Mister and Missus, they were no friends of the gay community, but I never really let myself get caught up in hate. The only time I've ever hated anyone was my ex, and I let that go before he… he died."

"So… he?"

"Yeah. One of my twin brother's friends. He was the first man to ever treat me well. And then, he didn't. He went to war and he changed. He kept me around to have someone to come back to, but he stopped giving a damn. Started lying. By the end of our relationship, he'd betrayed me so much that I was literally begging God for his death. And then… he died." Marion scoffed at herself.

"I barely had time to forgive him before he croaked."

"Wow. Your life has been dark. Aren't you glad I'm here to brighten it for ya?"

Marion smiled, as she stood. "I'd love a torch, Charlie."

"Good. So, 'Fellowship' is playing at the dollar theatre. I buy the tickets, you buy the snacks?"

"I think I'm getting shafted here, but, okay."

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A month later, Charlie had convinced Marion to move out of the motel she'd been calling home. She had tracked down a large 1-bedroom apartment in a building not far from the Roman building. She brought nothing with her except her go-bag of clothes and weapons. Charlie had been more than happy to help her with the shopping. As they sat on her new plush brown loveseat, watching 'The Empire Strikes Back' on her new 65 inch LCD tv, Charlie laid her head on Marion's shoulder.

"You should put in an application for the holy Roman Empire. We've got an opening as a receptionist for the second floor. You know, my floor. I'd get to see you more."

"And you want that? You aren't tired of me, yet?" Marion asked.

"Of course not. This is the longest relationship I've ever been in. Even if we haven't had sex, yet." Charlie said, cuddling closer.

"Well, are you sure this wouldn't be too much of a good thing?" Working in the Leviathan's Den was a scary prospect, but one that made sense in the long run. The closer she was, the more she could learn. She would be able to come up with a plan.

"I'm sure. I'm certain that I could move in here, see you all the time at home and I would still be happy to see you at work every day."

"You want to move in?" Marion asked, surprised.

"No. Well, yes. Are you inviting me?" Charlie pulled away.

"I think that'd be great. Both. All of it. Move in with me. This is pretty much our apartment, already. And I'm sick of the coffee shop. I'd rather work with you, Charlie."

Charlie smiled. "Good. 'Cause Barbara Singer has an interview with Roger Queen tomorrow, at 3."

Marion leaned forward and quickly kissed the younger woman. "You are amazing, Charlie."

"I know. That's why you love me."

"I do, Charlie, and some day soon. I will bring myself to physically show you how much I do love you… but…"

"Sex ruined your life last time. I get it. I'm a hacker, babe. I've got patience." Charlie said.

"Why do you even like me, Charlie? I'm old and broken."

"Yeah, but you're hot, and rich. How could I ask for more?" Charlie joked, before cuddling back against Marion. The question was moot. Charlie didn't think Marion was old or broken. Charlie thought she was perfect and well worth waiting for.

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Marion learned the job quickly. She went by 'Barbara' so that her name wouldn't make the Leviathans suspicious. And everyone thought she was just Charlie's roommate. It was easier that way, and Charlie understood that Marion wasn't exactly ready to 'come out of the wardrobe'. At 5:30 on the second Friday of her working in the building, Charlie walked p to her desk iPod in her hand and bag on her shoulder.

"Almost done?"

"No. I guess Debbie walked out or something, because no one's seen her since before lunch and Roger dropped off all these files to be put away… and all these need to be typed and then put away." She answered, pointing to 2 large stacks on her desk.

"Oh. That's gonna take a while. You got time for a break? Haven't seen you all day."

Marion looked around at her desk. She was staring at 2 hours of paperwork, at least. "You know what? Definitely need a break."

"Awesome." Charlie said, putting her iPod in her bag and starting to walk away. Marion followed her, being led into a women's restroom down the hall.

"And why am I spending my break in the bathroom?" She asked as Charlie hung her bag on a hook by the door and started to take off her jacket. "And why are you undressing?"

"2 women in the restroom won't raise any flags. Most of our other second floor chicas are gone already, so, little chance of intrusion. And we've got chairs." She said, pointing at the wicker love-seat in the corner.

"So, what? You wanna make out? Oh." Marion asked, turning back around to see Charlie standing there in a white and red bra.

"Are those poke balls?" Marion asked, unbuttoning her suit jacket. She'd seen Charlie in her underwear, but this Charlie, this half-naked Queen of nerd culture standing in front of her, daring her to say it was too dangerous, well, that Charlie was a challenge. Looking down at this young woman, the Dean in her whispered, 'Gotta love a challenge. Take it.'

"You propose to teach me about lesbian sex in the lavatory of the building where we both work? On the floor that we both work on and everybody knows us? Just start at it and hope for the best, then?" She asked, taking off her suit jacket.

"I figured if I added a bit of danger to it, you'd be enticed to play."

"Oh, honey. You know me so well." Marion said, grabbing the wicker love seat with one hand and pulling it toward the door. "But my brother always said, that my daddy always said… 'hope for the best'…" She said, pushing the seat right against the door.

"Prepare for the worst." She said, kicking the seat so that it was wedged tightly against the door. Marion turned to the shirtless ginger behind her. She walked forward, wrapping her arms around Charlie and dipping her head down for a deep kiss. When she pulled away, Charlie's bra came with her. Charlie smiled as Marion's skirt hit the floor, the side zipper having been pulled down by Charlie's deft hand. Marion slowly unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her bra off, throwing them on a sink.

"Are you ready?" Charlie asked, kissing along Marion's shoulder and collarbone.

Marion cupped Charlie's chin and made her look into her eyes. Charlie knew about Castiel, knew about the one time they had sex, about how Castiel had almost killed her and her brothers after that. She'd blamed drugs when she was telling the story. Marion hadn't figured out a way to tell Charlie about Lucifer and Michael, so Charlie didn't know how important this really was.

"I trust you with my heart, Charlie. I'm ready to trust you with my body."

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Several months later, Marion came home from work, early for once, and saw Dean and Sam sitting in her living room. Her fingers found the deadbolt and flicked it closed before she walked to her brothers and pushed Dean's boots off her coffee table. "Anyone see you on your way in?"

"This ain't our first B&E, Marion." Dean snapped.

"Why are you here? And how'd you find my apartment?" She asked. They hadn't even emailed. She wasn't going to pretend she was ecstatic to see them.

"Well, we were staking out Leviathan Central looking for someone and who do we see walking out of the building in a skirt suit, with a Roman Enterprises lanyard on?" Dean asked, before leaning forward. "How dumb can you be? And, of course, you're using your same favorite pseudonym."

"Dean, do you really think I ended up working for the leader of the Leviathans by accident? I knew Dick Roman was one of them from about a week after we separated. Who did you think they'd go after?"

"The president?" Dean said with a shrug.

She shook her head. "This is about food, not power. As soon as Roman bought out BigGerson's, I knew he was one of them. Taint the food supply."

"You could've warned us. You know we eat at BigGerson's." Dean complained.

"Never crossed my mind. I can't really stomach the place since seeing all those people engorge themselves to death with the whole Famine thing. Imagining Cas eating raw hamburger doesn't help, either." She gave a shudder of disgust, before bringing her attention back to Dean. "Did something happen at BigGerson's?"

"Turducken." Sam answered, succinctly.

"Say no more. So, why are you staking out the building? You can't be thinking of taking the fight directly to Roman."

"He's got a hard drive. He stole it from this guy Bobby sent us to, Frank, who set us up with new identities, new phones, the whole nine. Frank was a paranoid bastard, so the drive is highly encrypted with a lojack that led us to Chicago. We think Roman probably has one of the techs working on it."

"You heard about Bobby, right?" Dean asked as soon as Sam quieted.

Marion looked down. "Sheriff Mills sent me an email. You must've forgotten to." She said, quietly. "I sent her flowers for the gravestone. I know you guys burned him, but… felt right."

Sam and Dean exchanged a look as Dean's hand instinctively went to the flask in his jacket pocket. Marion cleared her throat. "Anyway. You are in luck. Roman is using a tech geek to open that drive, and the tech he chose happens to be my roommate, Charlie. She's the best we have. The only problem is, Charlie thinks you're dead. So, I need a few minutes to get her to understand."

"Why does she think we're dead?"

"Isn't everyone supposed to think you're dead, Dean? She's a hacker, she's always on the computer, she has alerts set up for anything to do with us. She saw you listed as deceased before we even caught it on the news."

"We get it. You got some stuff to work out before we can talk to your roommate." Sam said.

"Yeah. So, if you can just go wait in the bedroom, do not touch anything, and wait until I call you. Charlie will be home any minute." Marion said, walking over and opening the bedroom door.

Her brothers followed her into the room, and as she shut the door, Dean whispered, "Same bed." Sam shushed him, as the deadbolt unlocked.

Charlie walked in with a package under her arm. She twisted the deadbolt back again and turned. "Your Galadriel costume came! We should go-"

Marion interrupted by grabbing the package and setting it on the table. "Later, Charlie. Look…" She sat on the couch and Charlie followed. "Do you remember when my brothers died and you got mad at me because I didn't mourn them? Do you remember telling me I was in denial? What I said after that?"

"Yeah. You said that there are things about your past that you could never explain to me. Things you never wanted me to know about."

Marion took a deep breath to steady herself and took Charlie's hands in hers. "Unfortunately, babe, we've come to a point in time where I have to let you in on those things I didn't want you to know. First being… that I didn't mourn my brothers because they didn't actually die. Guys!"

Marion studied Charlie's face as Sam and Dean walked out of their bedroom. Fear and uncertainty flooded her features. "Char. They aren't what they've been made out to be. They are good men. Heroes, even. And they're here because they need out help."

"Help? They're criminals, and they're dead. Dead criminals." She squeaked.

"Not dead. And not the kind of criminals they've been accused of being. Heck, Charlie, you're a criminal, too. So, am I. But, we are in danger. You know how, sometimes, we joke that Dick Roman will eat us alive if we mess up? It's not a joke. He's a monster. Literally. He's the leader of a group of monsters called Leviathans." Charlie looked around, nervously. "Come on. You're a smart woman. You can feel his predatory nature when he talks to you. In the back of your mind, you are scared of him and you don't know why. This is why."

"Okay. I believe you… because I opened that drive I told you about. I found the files, the research that guy had. I was gonna suggest an impromptu vacation and name change. So, what's this have to do with your brothers?"

"Just… let me start at the beginning, okay? Me and my brothers, and our father before us, half of my mom's side of the family… we're hunters."

"Like, Bambi?"

"Don't act stupid, babe." Marion ignored Dean mouthing 'babe?' to Sam.

"So, monsters? You're a family of Van Helsings, then?"

"No. We're the Winchesters. But to the things we hunt, we probably are the Van Helsings. We're the best. The problem with being the best, though, is we get mixed up in a lot of horrible things. End of the world, at least once a year. That ex, Cas, he found his way to Purgatory and these things followed him back. That's what killed him. The Leviathans drove him mad, made him attack us, and then they tore him apart." Tears came to her eyes because of Cas, and she cursed herself for continuing to fudge the facts, but she needed Charlie to know and she needed it done as soon as possible.

"These things, they pull a 'Bodysnatchers', basically. They touch you, they become you, and then, usually, they eat you. They knew from Cas that we would try to take them out. Because that's what we do. They came for us, got a feel for my brothers, but I was already gone. They didn't know me. So, I stayed separated from my brothers, my Uncle Bobby, and came here because none of them would know me. I set up at the coffee shop to learn about Roman Enterprises, to try and identify which people weren't people anymore. Followed the ones I knew were Leviathan. Try to figure out their plan. The job you got me, it allowed for better access, some bugs in various rooms. Do you want a guess at the plan?" She waited a second.

"They want to turn us into cattle, Char. Additives in the food, all the food Roman controls, to turn us into complacent, fat, happy, food. My brothers and I are trying to stop that. Roman wants them dead. He killed Bobby. If he knew who I was, I'd be dead. That drive has all of Dean and Sam's information on it. Their new aliases, numbers, car tags, credit cards, everything that Roman needs to track down and end them, once and for all, all of Frank's research. We need it wiped."

"Okay, Marion. I think I can manage…"

"But that's not all." Sam said, leaning forward. "Roman is digging up the Earth, trying to find something. We need to know everything we can figure out about that."

"The information would be on his email. You're tech savvy. Think you could get it?" Dean asked.

Charlie pulled out her laptop and started clicking away. She looked up, sadly, a few moments later. "Dick's email isn't on the company server. It's on a private one, in his office."

"Meaning?" Dean asked.

"Can't get in it unless you have his phone or you're at his desk."

"So, you're saying that if we're inside Dick's office, then we can hack his email?" Dean asked.

"You can't. Only someone like… I'd have to… but I'm not…"

"I'll be with you. Okay? We've both got key cards. I will help you through this."

"Okay. Well, if I got you, I can break anything."

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An hour later, they were sitting at the table in the kitchen, a large pizza and a half a six pack in front of them.

"So…" Dean said, wiping his mouth. He looked toward the bathroom Charlie had just disappeared into. "… you like chicks, now?"

"I don't like chicks, Dean. I like Charlie. And why is that such a big deal?" She lowered her voice to a whisper. "Had to know I'd be affected by your womanizing ways. I've got a lifetime of your pickups in my head."

"But you were straight when you left." Dean whispered back.

"I was broken when I left. She came to me with light and happiness and she saved me. She didn't care that I was crazy and ruined. Charlie is beautiful and smart and she treats me better than any man I've ever known. She's gorgeous and funny and she loves me. And I love her. I love her the way I thought I loved Castiel. It's not about gender, Dean, it's about how she makes me feel… how she…" Marion's words were cut off by a sudden dizzying wave of nausea, a surge of power flowing over her.

"Are you okay, Marion?" Sam asked as Dean leaned forward to brace her. Charlie walked out of the bathroom and rushed to Marion's side.

"She's been having dizzy spells lately. I don't suppose that's a hunter thing."

Marion took a deep breath and then several shaky sips from a glass of water Charlie held out in front of her face. She looked around at all the worried faces, before forcing a smile. "I'm fine. Low blood sugar." She lied, taking a bite of pizza. She knew she didn't have much longer, that the time for hiding it was drawing to a close.

"You develop diabetes since you been here, too?" Dean asked, not even trying to hide his disbelief.

"No. It's a liver function thing. No glycogen stores in my liver, so I get woozy. I'm fine if I eat on time." She said, pulling random anatomy knowledge out of her brain.

"Right. Seen a doctor?"

"Winchesters don't do hospitals, unless we're dying. I don't have to tell you. I mean, unless the nurses are hot, it's really not worth it. I'm fine."

Charlie kissed her forehead and sat down. "So, when are we doing this?"

"Tonight. As soon as possible." Marion urged.

Sam gave Marion a knowing look, but she ignored it in favor of her pizza.

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Marion was digging through her closet. She and Charlie both had things in the closet that were their past. Things neither of them asked about. Marion pulled her duffel out of the back as Sam walked up.

"What is it, really? Jess had Type 1. I know what low blood sugar looks like. Whatever this is, it's not hypoglycemia."

"Does it matter, Sam?" Marion asked, pulling a large knife out of the bag and tucking it in the back of her jeans. "I just want to live my last few days, Sam, without everyone I love worrying about me. Just let me help Charlie get what you need and we'll…" She exhaled sharply as another wave of nausea hit her. "… go from there." She finished, weakly.

"What if, whatever this is, it acts up while you're in Roman's office? What if you get Charlie hurt because of this?" Sam whispered.

"If that happens, you get her out. Promise me, Sam."

"Yeah. Of course. But, Marion… what is it?"

"This… is my punishment for my pride and rage. This is what I get for taking things into my own hands. It's-" She took a deep breath. "I won't last much longer, Sammy."

"You don't look like you're dying."

"And yet, I am. Isn't God funny?"

"God did this?"

"No. I did this. Lucifer did this. It's done. I just need to get this one last thing…" She sat down on her bed, breathless. "I have to leave on a good note. You can't tell Charlie or Dean. They'd never let me walk into that building, if they knew."

"I promise."

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Sam and Dean sat in the van in the parking lot. They'd listened as Marion had flirted them past the guard under the guise of them wanting to see how the top floor gals live. As Charlie hacked Dick Roman's computer, a thump was heard.

"What was that? You guys are supposed to be being quiet." Dean growled.

"No. Finish. I'm not getting out of here." Dean heard his sister's pained voice.

"What do you mean? Of course, you are!" Charlie squeaked.

"No. I'm not. Before Cas died, I made a mistake. Literal deal with the Devil. I fucked up, and now, I'm… I really wanted to finish this with you, get you out safe, but… I'm gonna die in this room, Char, but you are gonna finish this. You're gonna get out of this building and out of Chicago and never look back. You're gonna take my bank account and transfer it to one of yours. I know you know my passcodes. Forget me and my brothers and move on. Okay?"

"Okay. Okay. I love you, Marion."

"I love you. Now, go. Get the ring to Mount Doom."

"Charlie!" Dean yelled. "Charlie, what is happening to my sister? Charlie?!"

"Tell Dean to shut up." Marion said.

"She said to shut up." Charlie whispered, shakily.

Sam grabbed the phone from Dean's hand. "No tears, Charlie. That guard is walking toward the door. You have to finish and keep your composure or he is gonna know something is going on."

"Easier said, Sam."

"Where is she? Is she okay?" Dean growled toward the phone.

"Pulled herself into Dick's bathroom. Guard."

"Radio silence, Charlie. You've got this." Sam said, before muting the phone and turning to Dean. "It's the marks on her soul, Dean. She knew this was coming and somewhere in the back of our minds, we did, too. We've just been so pre-occupied with the Leviathans that we ignored the shit at the bottom of the pile."

"What if we can help her? Sam, she can't die in there! Dick Roman will eat her."

"She said there was nothing we can do. She may not have told me what it is, but she knew. Somehow, she knows what the marks mean and she knew that we wouldn't be able to help her. That's why she didn't tell you, Dean. She chose to go in there, knowing she was almost out of time because she wanted to end on a good note. She wanted to help the woman she loves, regardless of whether she made it out."

Dean sat quiet for a moment. "What kind of dead? What do the markings mean? Is she getting pulled down to Hell? Up to Heaven? Maybe we can get her back."

"Not right now, we can't. We have to finish this. Maybe, later, if Cas ever snaps out of his crazy, then we can figure out what happened to her, but right now, Dean… we have the whole world on the shoulders of a 90 pound girl who is scared out of her mind and mourning harder than we are. Focus."

Dean seemed to physically shrug off the fact that he wanted to punch his brother's face.

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Marion lay on the floor in the bathroom and smiled weakly at Charlie as she quickly wet her hands. The ginger wiped her hands as she turned off the light and shut the bathroom door behind her.

As soon as the door clicked shut, the room began to shake. Marion sat up as best she could as a bright light engulfed the room. And then, she was sitting in an office chair in front of a desk and a brunette in a pantsuit, and she felt fine; able to breath for the first time in months.

"You are feeling better now, I assume?" Marion nodded. "Good. Your body was begging to come home. You should have been here months ago. Welcome to Heaven. My name is Naomi and I have been given the unique task of training you, the first ever new angel."

"I thought the term was 'reprogram'."

"Oh, yes. You do have a bit of insider knowledge, don't you? Yes, unfortunately, we do have to take a few less than savory approaches to get Heaven's soldiers where they need to be. And you, well, it won't just be a few minor tweaks for you, Marion. It's going to be a major overhaul."

"Fine. I've been preparing, mentally, for this. But, tell me, how long was I out?"

"You were out for a while. It's been several months on Earth."

"Did they win? Did my brothers beat the Leviathans?"

"Yes. They did. The Winchester brothers saved humanity again."

"And Charlie?"

"Survived that night you were last with her and made it out of Chicago with nothing more than a broken arm and a broken heart." There was an edge of humor in the angel's words.

"Okay… okay. They're safe? They're safe." She sniffed and steeled herself for the coming torture. "So, how do we do this?"

"Well, in the future if you remember these events, you might call forth the word 'torture', but I promise you, it will all be worth it. We will start with the Enochian language." Naomi said, pulling a drill off a metal tray.

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AN: I have more. I'm typing it up now. It won't be long. It will be shorter if I get some nice reviews. :)