Charlotte looked back up at Termaine and spoke "Funny you mention that." Seeing as she was uncuffed and Termaine was close enough, she slumped all the way down in her chair in one swift motion she raised her booted foot up and kicked Termaine straight in the jaw with the force of her rage and plain annoyance at the imbecile. If you should know one thing about Charlotte Marie Cast, it's that you do not mention her father, ever: unless you wish to die a most horrible death. But before she got the chance to finish that, she was detained back in her chair with cuffs by two new officers that afterward, picked Termaine up and whispered to him something of a call they all had to attend to. They all left, leaving Charlotte strapped to the chair by her hands behind her back and her feet to the legs of the chair. Do I even have to mention that they gagged her? As if she was animalistic enough to chew through her binds. She wasn't that desperate: She had been before, but most definitely not now. This was child's play. She'd just have to wait for Dean. Despite being the one looking after him for two years, she still relied on him to bust her out, which he had done sometimes even without knowing. So when Dean entered the room, looking smug as he asked, "You just can't resist picking a fight, can you?"

She replied by rolling her eyes and speaking in a muffled, "Shut up and untie me."

"So demanding." He smirked as he untied her.

Once she was untied she sighed, moving about her wrists to get the blood flowing back "Thank you, Deanie." She teased with his pet name.

"You're welcome, Princess Bubbles." He replied all high and mighty.

"I thought we weren't ever going to bring Miami back up." She grumbled.

"Don't call me Deanie." He replied

"Fine. Don't call me Princess Bubbles." She replied

"Alright, Princess Bubbles." He spoke back smartly, a smirk coming back on to his lips.

Charlotte rolled her eyes and asked, "Did Sam fake a call?"

"Sure did." He nodded with a smile, both sneaking out the police station, Charlotte making sure to get her beige backpack back. When they walked the streets that were already dark, they found a payphone and Dean went in to call Sam. He came back out looking frustrated and determined, but Charlotte knew deep inside, Dean was scared. It wasn't an emotion most could recognize on the infamous Dean Winchester, but it was still there if you knew how to find it. "Sam." He spoke the one word to her while looking at her, she knew immedialtey what was wrong. The Woman in White was going to strike again. It made sense. Sam was committed to Jessica, which made him an easy target. 'Another perk to being a drifter' Charlotte thought to herself as her thoughts whirled worse than a category 5 hurricane, just one of the many other thoughts that spun as she got her weapon of choice out, a standard 9 millimeter hand gun packed with salt rounds. Charlotte got her cellphone out and looked through the GPS signal on Sam's phone. "He's down Centennial. It looks like he's headed towards the old Welsh house." She spoke as she and Dean were sprinting on the deserted road until they found Sam.

Sam was lying completely down in the driver's seat on The Baby and Charlotte could clearly see Candace Welsh digging her long and twisted fingernails into his chest, attempting to kill him. Attempting, because no one can kill Sam Winchester, and definitely not with his big brother and Charlotte around. They both yelled out, though not in sync "Sam!" warning him that they were going to shoot at the bitch. Candace Welsh, with her actual, ghostly and disgusting, monster-like face, laid eyes on Charlotte and hissed out, her many sharp and dirty teeth shone before she really attempted to try to kill Sam. Charlotte was near, and that would ruin her plan to kill Sam for his unfaithfulness. Sam turned his head and saw Charlotte and Dean, as a unit, ready to help, and both opened fire simultaneously. To Dean, Candace Welsh disappeared, but Charlotte saw her, still on top of Sam but weakened. Candace was in her normal Woman in White nasty ass face, seeing to try to breathe and regain power, and when she was getting her energy back from the salt round shots, she seemed to practically glow with energy to Charlotte. Sam drove the car straight into the house recklessly. Charlotte and Dean ran up to the car and Charlotte managed Sam out, Dean keeping watch. As Charlotte got up with Sam, she looked behind Dean and saw a menacing looking Candace Welsh with her normal human face. "Dean! Behind you!"

She called out, her gun out behind Dean as he turned around and asked with a steady yet frantic "Where?!" Charlotte didn't answer and instead shot at Candace, who made herself only visible to the brothers when she had the three of them between her and The Baby. The minute she made herself visible, the boys began to shoot with Charlotte, who was quickly running out of bullets. Candace simply pushed a flipped over chair with her ghostly power against them, sandwiching them between The Baby and the table. They tried getting the table off but did not succeed as Candace was holding it down with her power.

Water began to drip and trickle down the old wooden stairs that Candace resided at the foot of. Charlotte saw two kids walk down the stairs, soaking wet yet clothed. Candace had murdered her children here, it was no wonder their ghost still stuck around, looking back to Sam once the brothers could see the children, and Sam had that look. It was that look that meant he had planned this all out as soon as he realized he was a target. He knew how to get rid of Candace, so he took that chance. He had purposefully ridden down Centennial rode, where all the disappearances seemed to have lead. He had drawn himself out. He knew Charlotte wouldn't go with him to interview Joseph Welsh, the husband of Candace Welsh, because "Three's a crowd." She murmured under her breath, clearly impressed. Sam had rigged it from the jump. Candace was attacked in what seemed to be her children's hugs, where they all seemed to melt in a burning way, down into the ground. As soon as that was over with and Candace Welsh was no more, Dean flipped the table and sighed, wiping his hands, Charlotte still looking at Sam incredulously.

"So, are you two going to make out already or are you just going to silently foreplay each other?" Dean asked, bringing Charlotte out of her gaze.

"Really Dean?" Charlotte asked, Sam having the face to his brother that expressed the same phrase. "Is silently fore playing even a thing?" Charlotte asked as if that was the problem with what he had said and Sam looked back at her with a shake of his head and a smile. Dean gave a small laugh then inspected the damage done to His Baby.

"Oh, and while you two go at each other: if you even leave a scratch on my baby," He looked at both of them in joking fashion of seriousness "I'll kill you."

As Charlotte drove, Dean in the back catching some sleep, as he was the most deprived of it as they had settled, Sam watched the road. After awhile, Charlotte spoke up, knowing Dean was asleep "You could have gotten killed." breaking the silence but strengthening the tension.

"You could have too. It's a dangerous job."

"Yeah, but stringing yourself out like that was stupid. We would have salt and burned her regardless."

"I had an easier way out."

"Since when is easier better?"

"Since you fell off the map. That was easy, right?" Sam asked, looking back at her desperately needing an answer. They had given her a funeral, she had been set aflame, so why was she right in front of him, driving a car. She couldn't be a spirit, could she? They burned her and she handled rock salt and iron. Maybe a shifter? He'd test that theory soon enough, but it made him uneasy that she was at the wheel.

With his words, Charlotte abruptly pulled over the car and asked, "You think it was easy?" Her voice rising, "You think dashing about the country and watching you actually get on with your life and do greater things was easy? You think that watching how well you did without Dean and John and me was easy? How could you possibly think that waking up in the middle of the night because my phone is blowing up with texts saying that one of your professors is possessed was easy? Even when I didn't get a text? If you think any of that was easy you can go right to Hell." She ended up yelling, waking Dean as she left the keys on the front seat and went to the trunk, getting her canvas backpack and slamming the trunk shut as she then told Sam "Well good luck living a normal and safe life without me, Sam." She seethed, walking towards the side of the road that when Sam tried calling back to her, she flipped him off. She couldn't believe Sam. How could he possibly understand all the crap and nightmares that she lived and relived over and over again just so he and Dean could be safe? How could he possibly think any of her sacrifices were easy?