Once Sam got his bag in the trunk and Dean got in the driver's seat of his most beloved belonging, Charlotte caught Sam's attention "Hey Sam." She called out from across the car, her head and a majority of her chest was sticking out from the top of the car like Sam's torso up to his head.

"Yeah?" He asked with a raised eyebrows and a slightly amused face, always happy to communicate with Charlotte.

"Happy Halloween." She smiled; tossing him a small bag of candy corn she snatched off a child's brimming, plastic, orange jack-o-lantern container of candy. Initially, Charlotte tossed the candy to it out of the benevolence of her heart, but all in all, she wanted to test his reflexes, to which he didn't disappoint. Sam caught the plastic sack of festive candies with a sideways smile.

"Thanks Charlie." Sam replied, feeling warmer about his reunited family already. If Sam thought this trip would be softened by a bit of colored sugar, he was in for a gigantic disappointment. Once Sam fell slumped asleep in the shotgun seat of the car (which, this time, Charlotte did let him take the spot out of the benevolence in her heart, though only because he was a noob) Dean cleared his throat, breaking the silence only slightly occupied by the hum and drum of the old engine.

"Charlotte." Dean addressed her fairly sternly, and Charlotte noticed as he had used her actual name, not Princess Bubbles (Long story short, crazy shit happens in Florida) or Charlie.

"Dean?" She replied quietly, not wanting to awaken Sam, as she knew he required more rest, and Dean knew she was right to keep their voices low.

"How did you know?" He questioned, eyes glued to the road as streetlamps dimly illuminated their features and the wet sleek of the car at night in soft flashes.

"Know what?" She replied, playing dumb to see if she could escape this one. Had she let a detail slip?

"That I ran the tape through EMF." Dean rolled his eyes, looking out his side window for an instance.

"What makes you think I didn't assume you were just being logical?" She asked with an upturn at one corner of her lips, humored.

"Because you, of all people, don't blindly assume that I, of all people, was using my head!" He projected his voice and raised his shoulders stiffly as he became more frustrated with her.

"You really want to know?" She challenged him, raising a brow.

"Yes!" He exclaimed

"A unicorn told me."