Dean sat in his car across from an apartment building. He was reading a book in his lap, Russian for Dummies. He was in Moscow, he had spent the last few days wandering aimlessly around, trying to see what Charlie saw in this place, and he got it. It was cold, snowed a lot, and she could disappear in the crowd here.
Dean sat across the motel room from Charlie, they were playing truth or dare, and both were fairly drunk. "So... Charlie, what's your favourite place in the world?"
"Honestly it would have to be Moscow."
"Like as in Russia?"
"Yea, it's the only place I truly feel at home. So Dean, Truth or Dare?"
"Dare."
Dean got the courage to get out of the car and walk to the apartment building. He used the key he found in her hand when he found her laying on the floor.
Dean walked into his and Charlie's apartment in New York. His dad and Sam were gone, for almost three months now, he tried yelling for Charlie, but he figured that she would be listening to her iPod, so he tried their bedroom. She wasn't there, so he figured she went out.
He walked into the bathroom, and saw her. She was in the bathtub with blood pooled around her naked body. Dean tried to find her pulse, but he couldn't so he just sat there for three hours, until he called the paramedics. He knew she was dead, but he couldn't believe it. While he was waiting for the paramedics, he found the key, it was clutched in her right hand, and there was a note by the sink.
Dean,
I know you will have questions, but I can't offer you answers in this letter, be careful when you try to find answers, because I know you will. Watch your back every second of every day. I promise you, you will find your answers, just give it time. Don't go searching blindly, this thing is bigger than you know. They will kill you just like they did me if you get too involved. The key you most likely found unlocks a door in my favourite place in the world.
I love you,
Charlie
Dean now found himself in front of apartment 854. He had the key, he just didn't know if he should use it.