When Charlotte opened her eyes, the light of day shown softly on her soft, paling features, she found they were stopped at an old, wooden convenience store with Dean gone and Sam pretending to be asleep.
Charlotte smiled, finding a rubber band; she took straight aim at Sam's ear, and flicking it at the tip of his ear. Sam went into a spasm as his ear felt stung out of nowhere and his eyes flickered open to see Charlotte laughing her ass off.
"Ha ha ha, very funny." Sam replied dryly to her fit of laughter but could not help to laugh just as well after awhile of hearing her own adorable laugh. After their laughter died down, Sam continued smiling at Charlotte and then cleared his throat. Charlotte looked back up at the man who took her seat with pupils that widened at the sight of him. "Charlie, I want to thank you for sticking your neck out for me. I'm not mad that you looked after Dean and me. Dean may be a bit mad but I just want you to know that I'm extremely grateful." Sam leveled with her and Charlotte, for a second, really saw a happy Sam, not a broken and abandoned Sam. Happy Sam. She wondered why he was so happy for a moment. She had only done what was logical and helpful, hell, she even saw a slight tear building up in one of his deep green eyes. But why? Sam wasn't sentimental if he could help it. That's what made Sam, Sam. When was the last time she saw him like this? Why did Sam ever cry? It wasn't natural to Charlie and the look she gave him was not that of someone about to reply humbly to his thanks, but one questioning why he was thanking her like so. Before Charlotte could process these words and think them through, Dean came back with a soda and jerky sticks as he settled back into his driver's seat.
He looked back at Charlotte and asked "Breakfast?" to which she declined with a simple shake of her head. Dean seemed aggravated that she declined his offer and made a slightly frustrated "Nyah." And threw the jerky stick at her face, which it bounded off, as she predicted it would. But it didn't seem that Dean had predicted the same by his expression, though he quickly turned back around. Charlotte blinked a few times as she asked herself: What was that all about?
