Hot. Sticky. Stinky. That's how the day could be explained.
It was a Saturday and Charlie was resorting to cleaning some elderly lady's house that was unable to clean it for herself.
While she was doing this the Winchester boys, Sam and Dean were off trying to figure what was keeping a family in the neighboring town up all hours of the night. Dean had called it a simple case and that they would be back tonight.
Charlie wasn't really into dealing with a poltergeist at the moment so she decided to sit this hunt out. But she didn't feel like sitting on her butt doing nothing, but potentially watching crappy daytime television. She had went to the grocery store earlier to get a cold orange soda for herself and something to munch on. On the way back to the motel the lady was trying to handle carrying a bucket full of hot water out onto the porch to clean her windows, but was having a terrible time with it being stricken with arthritis.
The lady had gotten to one of the windows and the bucket slipped from her fingers and spilled all over the porch as she teetered a bit from the pain in her hands.
Charlie ran up the walk way and onto the porch to steady the lady so that she wouldn't fall. "Are you alright?" she asked holding the lady still.
"Yes, darling. Just feeling a bit tired." she said looking so worn out with a dry cracky voice.
"Let's get you seated and maybe something to drink." Charlie said looking around for a chair for her to sit and spotted a grass green swing glider by the front door. She imagined that the lady had sat there many of days just silently watching the day go by with the pleasant image of the sun playing on the windows of neighboring houses.
After some time they came to the conclusion that Charlie would help the lady clean her house and as much as Charlie didn't want to accepted $75 for the work. She didn't want to take any money from the kind lady.
It was late summer and some nearby farmer was fertilizing his crops and the smell was unbearable. It stank so freaking bad, but Charlie put up with it.
At about 2:30, she really just wanted to leave. The lady, Gertrude or Gerty; had her cleaning anything and everything in sight. And was being very picky about how she cleaned it. "Don't get your fingerprints on it." Gerty reminded her standing by her side to make sure that the glass item was handled carefully. But she still had much more to do… or at least according to Gerty.
Later sometime around supper, Gerty had said she was going to make them something to eat while Charlie worked on pulling weeds from her garden. That was when the knight on a black stallion pulled up with a rumble of the motor and classic rock music. Charlie happily jumped up at the sounds and saw Dean leaning down a bit to look out opened passenger window at her with a smirk on those pretty lips.
"Hey Butterfly, what are you doing here? I was looking for ya all over." he said turning down the music a bit so that it played faintly in the background. It was almost like it was playing like a song does in a movie for the soundtrack. It was one of Charlie's favorite songs, but at the moment the song didn't matter, all that did was the way out of doing more work with her handsome... Okay, really sexy boyfriend. She started to the Impala and then heard Gerty say something from the door way.
"Charlie, who's that young man? Is he your brother? Cousin?" she asked interested. 'What a good looking young man. Maybe Maybelle was right, I should date a younger man.' she thought to herself.
The young girl rolled her eyes and Dean had to laugh, 'Damn me and my good looks.' he said in his mind knowing that he had an effect on the elderly lady. It was an unwanted effect, but hey he's a Winchester.
Turning to Gertrude, Charlie explained that Dean was her boyfriend and something had come up, but before she even got to the 'something came up' portion of the story, Gertrude moved out further onto the porch and invited Dean into have some supper with them.
'Dean and food… oh no!' Charlie thought to herself. This was going to be a long night.
Just as Charlie had suspected the old lady had put both Charlie and Dean to work as soon as supper was over. Dean was busy repairing a broken door on the woman's shed around the side of the house. He took most of his many layers off leaving him in just his gray t-shirt and Charlie could see him.
'He should just go around like that more often.' Charlie thought raising an eyebrow at how taunt the shirt became when he reached up and pulled at the door to check it's stability. She knew he was built, but man, that shirt being pulled that tight was,… Well it was very intriguing.
"I love handy men." Gertrude said standing behind Charlie, who was knelt onto the ground still pulling weeds from her flower garden.
Charlie looked up at the old woman and had to smile. She found it cute that the lady had a crush on her boyfriend. "Yeah, me too." she shook her head going back to work, but glanced over at Dean quickly.
"He seems to be a very good man. I see the way that he looks at you, he loves you. And you love him too. Don't let him slip away." the older lady said full of meaning, then smiled the most she had in the past few weeks. "If you do let him slip away let me know, I want to be the first in line."
Charlie stood up brushing the dirt from her hands. "See I would do that, but that's already promised to a friend of mine. But I don't think that either of you will get that chance."
Gertrude smiled, "I should get first dibs I'm older. I need a little fun every now and then."
"Sorry, Butterfly is stuck with me." Dean said with a soft smile wiping some grease from his hands on a rag.
'So unlike Dean.' Charlie thought to herself about his small smile. Usually it was a huge wide cheesy smirk or grin, not a soft smile.
"There's no way that I'll slip away from her." he added seriously.
"Well that's good." Gertrude said and walked away to the porch. "Come along, there is still more to do."
Much later that night, Charlie and Dean walked into their motel room and crashed on to their bed. Gerty had them do some pretty heavy lifting even for Dean. Both were exhausted.
"I have to say that you look hot." Dean said staring at the ceiling, too tired to turn his head and look at his girl.
Charlie in the same position said, "Right back at ya."
Dean smirked thinking something naughty as only Dean Winchester would. "When she was in the basement we could have locked her in there and used the house for ourselves." he said as he turned over and placed his right leg over hers while playing with a lock of her hair.
Charlie smacked his hand away, "Stop playing with my hair you perv. Besides, that would have been very weird."
"Okay, what about now?" he asked tracing his hand down his Butterfly's arm.
With a roll of her amber eyes, "Dean, you think way too much about that."
"I didn't hear you complaining the last time." he smirked and leaned into kiss her lips.
Dean's Butterfly pulled away from him, "Dude, I'm tired and get on your own side of the bed." she pushed him over so hard that he fell off the side of the bed.
"Jesus, Charlie!" he yelled sitting up on the floor beside the bed. "All you had to say was no! Didn't have to freaking push me off the damn bed!"
Charlie laughed out loud at this entire situation.
"What's so freaking damn funny?" he demanded to know.
"I have no idea. It's just all funny." she got out through laughs. Her eyes were starting to become moist from her laughter and her face a nice shade of red.
Dean, he couldn't help, but laugh as well as he got back up onto the bed.
A few minutes later and calming down from her laughing fit, Charlie realized that Sam wasn't around. "Where's Sam?"
"Uhh, long story short, he's on a date." Dean answered looking confused himself.
"Sammy boy's on a date?" Charlie asked not sure that she heard Dean correctly.
"Yeah, that's what I just said. He's out on a date."
"With who?" she asked. "I mean, what's she like?"
"Uhh, black hair to her shoulder, dark blue eyes, and a few scary looking tattoos." Dean answered. "Her name was Caitlin."
"Tattoos? I didn't think that Sammy was into girls with tatts." she laughed.
"He's not,... as far as I know. Caitlin basically walked up to him and said and I quote, 'You're taking me out later Stretch.' She slipped her number into his jeans pocket and kinda stalked us on the way back here, but half way she cut off our progression with her car in front of the Impala. Then she pretty much kidnapped Sam." Dean nodded still trying comprehend what exactly had happened that Caitlin took both of them off guard.
"She kidnapped Sam?" Charlie laughed unbelieving. "What is she some sort of Amazon woman or something that she just hauled him up out of the Impala?"
"No! She's built about like you." he said and came to conclusion that his little brother just might be in need of help. Whether it be brotherly advice to turn down the freak magnet on himself or to get him out of the predicament he was potentially in at the moment. "I'll try calling Sam." he said while already hitting the speed dial for Sam's phone. But no luck met the older Winchester brother, Sam wasn't answering and Dean immediately thought the worst. "Gotta go find Sammy. Let's go." he said grabbing a jacket and his keys while pulling Charlie to her feet.
"Wait." Charlie said standing her ground.
Dean turned to her and question 'What?' with his eyes, but soon realized what she wanted him to wait for as she kissed his lips hard with passion.
"Love it when you go all brotherly and authoritative." she smiled a slight smile with lusty eyes.
"Why'd you have to do that right now?" Dean asked walking towards her causing her to move back as the distance between them got smaller and smaller. "We gotta help Sam and you want that now?" He smirked, "Well, anything for Butterfly."
"Now because I know Caitlin. I kind of set them up. Though I didn't know that she would be that… rough. But she isn't anything supernatural." Charlie answered wiggling her fingers at the last word.
"Rough, huh?" he asked with a smirk and his dirty mind back at work.
"Don't even think about it Slug. Not that way." Charlie answered as the backs of her legs came in contact with the siding of the bed.
Dean leaned into her and they both fell back onto the bed with giggles… Yes, giggles from both, even big badass Dean Winchester giggles. They started to get busy when a smell permeated the room.
"What the hell is that smell?" Charlie asked repulsed swatting at the air around them and saw that Dean looked guilty. "Dean! God, you freaking stink!" Charlie yelled at him while shoving past him to get some fresh air outside the motel door.
"I can't help it that Gertrude made some damn good food." he said out to her while he still laid on the floor where he had landed when she made her dash to the door.
Hot. Sticky. Stinky. That's how the day could be explained… and Dean could be explained that way too.
Does Butterfly like? ;)