She snidely smiled, practically sarcastically, which was a signature of Charlotte's playful behavior with the boys. She pecked their cheeks, as was and still is her customary greeting towards her favorite people in the world.
"Hey." Dean replied cautiously, just as Sam greeted her with the same words but in a warmer tone, having truly missed Charlotte despite a lingering question waving to him in the back of his mind. Just as the idea was at the back of Sam's head, the question was full frontal along with many others in Dean's mind. It didn't make sense to him, and he needed answers now. Sam was a bit more passive, not seeming to care as long as Charlotte was there with him and Dean.
Charlotte pulled back from them, one hand on her hip as she addressed the situation already addressed briefly to Sam. Seeing the mystery looks on their faces, especially Dean's, she assumed it to be the question of where she had been this whole time. "So, no questions what so ever yet, that goes for both of you." She gave the brothers a warning flash of her grey eyes as she continued, "Dad's been missing. Haven't gotten a text from him in too long. Now that either means that his age finally caught up to him or he's in serious shit."
"A text? Dad doesn't text." Dean crossed his arms, looking at Charlotte with suspicion, an eyebrow raised and assuming a confronted stance.
"Not to you, he doesn't." Charlotte replied wittily. Dean strengthened his affronted stance and cleared his throat as Sam gained a small upturn on one corner of his lips, creating a discreet smirk with a roll of his eyes due to Charlotte's remark. Dean and Charlotte always seemed to enjoy enraging each other as much as they could despite that by the end of the day, they'd still love each other to pieces.
After Dean cleared his throat, an unknown silence was broken and he spoke up "Dad left me a voicemail, last I heard of him."
"Oh ho ho ho, special you." Charlotte teased him, smirking; she knew Dean wished he were cool enough to get texts from John. Dean caught on to the tease and rolled his eyes, having missed Charlotte deeply the past two years and hearing her tease him again was like resurfacing from underwater after two hours of holding your breath. Dean lifted the hood of the Impala where Charlotte had previously sat and scuttled the smaller items from inside a plastic container with the fake IDs until he found his tape recorder and played the tape. The tape disclosed of a case and the location of it: Jericho, California.
