Holding back a burst of giggles, Dean sighed but persisted "Charlotte." He managed her attention back with a clearing of his throat and she nodded and said

"Fine, fine." With a smile as she then asked him "Did you really think you'd be that good of a hunter on your own? Honestly, didn't it seem too easy?" She asked rhetorically as she narrowed her eyes to look at him and see if he'd followed. Dean nodded, not wanting to take his anger out on her while Sam was enjoying some sleep time he obviously hadn't had what with Jess and studying. Charlotte sighed and leaned her head against the window she sat nearest to, the tension building up so greatly she decided to pretend to drift to sleep. She would have to pretend, as, in truth, Charlie hadn't slept since Sam left 2 years ago and she felt fine. What disturbed her so was the fact that she should be dead or insane by now, but she felt perfectly alive and alert constantly, non-stop. She closed her eyes and let the dim streetlight illuminate her features gently. Sam was awake, the whole time, listening in, he sneaked a peak at Charlotte and what he saw scared him practically half to hell. He saw her 'sleeping' but she looked genuinely dead, not even sleeping. Hell, was she even breathing? But he saw her flicker her eyes open briefly and his stress was immediately relieved and he drifted off for real, now.