Meanwhile in North Carolina:

I'm not like many girls, though, I do love Supernatural. Though, half the time, especially nowadays, I only watch it to see that hottie Jensen Ackles.

As far as being a Fangirl, I am probably one of the more laid back ones. I have all seasons of the show, and a few books. Though, I don't know every episode by name, don't really care about the woman in the shows. Needless to say, I hate some of them with a passion. One of them being, Anna. She's hideous. Simple as that. And I thought Demons real selves were ugly as hell. And as my last to name I'd absolutely love to mention, Lisa. I don't like her. 'Cause, if you know Dean Winchester, you know, if he really likes you, he'll make sure you're not with him. Unlike Lisa, one day he knows her, BAM! Girlfriend/boyfriend. Dumb. No fun chase or nothin', just BAM!

Boring….

Anyways! I guess there's not much to say. Except, my mom bought me some tickets to a Supernatural Convention. Because, I completed my first semester in College. I know nothing of it. All I know, is you sit around, and listen to the SPN guys talk. Though, that can't really be as boring as it sounds…right?

So here I am, waiting on my couch, for time to fly by. I have no idea what a convention is like, but by the looks from it on that one show, of SPN….It looks sorta cheesy.

The day I made it to the Convention, I had to park my Charger in a line of '67 Impalas. Very disturbing. At least I had, well, I've had my Charger long before I even knew SPN. But, at least, I have the decency to not copy them, and get a ride of my own.

The whole time I was at the convention, I got to see girls screaming, Jensen, Jared, and Misha talking, then, a few things spoken of, like, spoilers, and stupid stuff that made absolute no sense to me, though it was funny to see. Jensen also sang one of my favorite songs, he sounds way better then he does on TV. I was shocked. I thought he sounded just like George Strait.

Crazy…

Then came the photos. It looked horrifying. I hate my pictures being taken by strangers. Its freaky. So I got my picture with Jared, who looked more than a Sam. More like a Rambo or something. Guess he works out a lot. Jensen, was a little shy-ish. I thought he'd be a dick, like Dean. Funny to see he's not. Most guys are. That's attractive. I also got my picture with Misha, who, was kinda cute. Not too much though. Then after that, I left. Nothing more to do but watch all these crazy-acting Super-Fangirls jump around like drunk monkeys.

So I left….

At around nine P.M. it was still light outside, and I was completely bored. Out of my mind, barf in your popcorn bored.

What do I do?

Ruin my eardrums by blaring 'Bring Sally Up' in my headphones. Then more classic songs. I pulled out my sketchpad, and started drawing some things. Like what I saw today, the sunset. Jensen. Jared Padeleki's ass. Or however you spell it. Either way, it's hot.

I drew a couple dragons, lots of butterflies, and some random hearts on a sheet of paper. What a waste.

So then, after three hours of sitting in the most expensive hotel ever, I got up, and went to grab a drink from the vending machine. The walk was fun, stretching my legs helped. If only I wasn't wearing the freakin' warm as hell fishnet stockings I bought from Spencer's. And that cheap mini-skirt.

So Uncomfortable….

So there I went, on a mission to find a fresh Mountain Dew.

And all they had was freakin' diet crap…Fabulous….

After that, I stood around, trying to think of what drink would taste better, Flat Coke, Flat pepsi, or Flat .

It's as if these people think I'm fat.

What douches.

So I stood there, scratching my head, wondering what drink of boring-ness I will have. Then Jensen walked up to me. He did the same thing. Looking at the drinks. As if the hotel owners thought we were fat.

He picked the Flat . What a douche.

He stood there, watching me, as I stared at the evil drinks. How crappy they are.

Jensen took a deep breath in, and let it out.

"I know, the drinks suck here" he said. I looked up at him, smiled, then stared at the machine. Damn you Diet crap sodas..

I picked the Diet-Coke, and guess what. It tasted like crap. Then it hit me. Right in the forehead.

Jensen Ackles, right next to me, standing there for some reason, like a lost puppy! Hello! Earth to Charlie!

I grinned at him, biting my lip.

"Hi" I said, not nervously at all. Just like a normal person. Or not.

"Hey" he replied. Instead of staring at him like I wanted to eat him for dinner, I went to walk away. Then he stopped me. It's as if I was poked in the head by Castiel. I had a flashback…sorta…

The passengers in the '67 Impala held on tight, as a giddy Dean Winchester, held his lead-foot down on the gas peddle, flying down curvy roads at high speeds. Usually Charlie was the one doing the 'High Speed' driving. So, she was pretty much used to it, except, when Dean drives, everyone gets nervous.

'Fire of unknown Origin' played on the radio, Dean singing along, not seeming to pay attention to the road. Sam had one hand outstretched onto the dash, and the other clasping his seat belt, as he prayed in his head that soon, Dean would let off the gas, and drive the speed limit of 30 MPH, instead of 85 MPH.

Charlie laughed in the back seat, cracking up at Sam's 'Sprawling out' in the car, and the fun pull of the Impala's torque on the road. Plus, who couldn't find Dean's singing amusing?

When Dean finally stopped at a gas station, a few hundred miles from where they came from, Sam let out a relieved sigh, and tried to relax. Dean got out of the car, singing a song he didn't even listen to today.

"And I'm getting closer than I ever thought, I might" He sang, putting the gas pump in the Impala's gas tank. Charlie giggled, and stuck her head out the back window. Dean looked up from the back of the car, and winked.

"Need anything Butterfly?" Dean asked, smiling. What a god!

She shook her head, not really hungry, and not really wanting to make Dean spend money on her. But, if he didn't bother her about it, he wouldn't be Dean Winchester.

"You ate earlier today, at like…..I don't know. Five hours ago, you gotta be thirsty or something" he said, putting his hands on the Impala's door, and looking in at her. Charlie bit her lip, and grinned. He can read me like a book...FRIK!

"I guess so" she said. Dean moved out of the way, and opened the door for Charlie. Sam looked behind him, and rolled his eyes.

"Sam you need anything?" Dean asked, watching Charlie walk past him. Damn! He thought, biting his lip, still not paying much attention to Sam.

Sam looked up from his phone, and nodded. "Can you grab me something to drink?"

He continued texting his friend, who swore up and down that her brother didn't kill anybody, and he was at her house, during the murder. But, they caught him on tape, and had hard evidence on him.

Charlie crossed her arms, and tried thinking about what she'd like to drink. There's too many!

Dean came up beside her, and put his arm around her shoulders. She secretly sniffed the air, smelling the awesome cologne Dean wore.

"Find anything?" he asked, eyeing the Mountain Dew. Charlie shrugged, and pulled out a Crème Soda. Dean took the Mountain Dew, and headed to the check out counter. Charlie squinted, and then faced Dean, resting her elbow on the clean counter-top.

"So Dean…..Don't you have friends? I mean, Sam did go to college, and he was saying something about some girl you two are going to see" she asked, raising a brow.

"Not many….we usually don't make very many, and what ones we do make, well, we help em' and get out ….it goes along with the gig" he said, shrugging. At least he didn't have to lie to Charlie anymore.

"And...that's Sam's friend not mine"

"So you have no friends?" Charlie pushed. Dean swallowed hard, and shook his head.

"Nope…."

"You're kinda anti-social aren't you?" she asked, snickering. Dean half smiled, and paid for the drinks. With a fake credit card. Charlie took notice of the last name, and knew it wasn't real. They headed outside, wincing at the hot heat that singed their faces. When they got in the Impala, Sam looked utterly pissed.

"Take long enough?" he asked, obviously over-heated. Dean just realized he didn't grab anything for Sam.

"Crap" he muttered, in his head running over how he's always distracted by Charlie. Sam raised a brow, and Dean handed his younger brother the Mountain Dew, without looking at him.

Charlie sighed. "Aww how cute!" she said, smiling.

"Shut up" Dean said, playfully smiling at her through the rearview mirror. Charlie bit her lip, and opened the soda.

"It's okay Deano, you can share some with me" she said, and handed him the fresh, cold drink. Dean took it with a grin, and gulped down at least a fourth of the beverage. He handed it back to Charlie, who was surprised he could chug something like that for so long, so quickly.

They headed out, to St. Louis Missouri, it would take a few days, and they would have to stop at a motel for the night, but, hey, there's a job, that needs to be done. But as far as Dean is concerned, it's not their type of gig, it's just a way to get Charlie to stick around longer.

*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*

Charlie opened her eyes wide, waking from the alarm clock.

"Damn you alarm clock!" she muttered getting up. "THAT Dream was INSANE! Now, off to the convention. Hope it will be like what I dreamt it would be like!"

A/N - The flashback is actually the beginning of Charlene D.'s story 'Barely Breathing'! It's the follow-up story to my 'You, Me,...Equal Them?' story! Go check it out because it's awesome! As well as her other stories! And plus you know you want to follow the Charlie/Dean Saga!