She had been lying cosily in her new bed, sheets tucked up to her chin, enjoying the memory foam. She had put most of her stuff in place. Important personal belongings safely on shelves and in cabinets, posters on the wall, her books still in the boxes, together with her multiple figures, waiting to get their own personal space. She had tried to put her TV on the wall together with her siblings, Xbox and PS3, but they were currently still resting on her desk. Next to them, already in their proper place, were her laptop and pc, which she personally hauled all the way here and installed. The easy part had been unpacking all her clothes from the bags an putting them in their corresponding drawers and cabinets. The rest would have to wait 'till tomorrow. It was fairly impossible to recognize anything of the old interior. She had rearranged the furniture, cleaned the dust, put up her posters on the wall, her gadgets, even taken her own bed sheets . The only thing there from the old room were the table and chair, the bed and the fugly room wallpaper. She'd paint those walls another time. She was too tired for any more hard work for today.
She was now comfortably lying under her own sheets, fast asleep.
At least, that was until she was rudely interrupted and awoken from her slumber by the harsh slamming of a door far away.
She tiredly rubbed her eyes, assuming the boys were back and had noticed the results of her 'spring cleaning'. She even sacrificed one of her TV for those bastards, so they could enjoy it in the main room. She loved those boys. Although she wasn't really sure they would have cable here. She'd have to figure that out in the morning, at appropriate hours.
She heard another slam of the door.
They REALLY had to shut up. She needed her beauty sleep, damnit.
She slowly sat up, and got out of bed and hopped past her fluffy slippers, too lazy to put them on. With naked feet she blindly stumbled to the main room in the dark.
Once she entered the main room she had to shield her eyes from the bright light, not yet accustomed to it.
With one hand in front of her eyes she couldn't help but ask.
"…Guys, what the hell are you doing, making so much noise in the middle of the night?"
Her eyes slowly tried to adjust to the light as she heard the surprised shrieks coming from completely opposite her.
A surprised "Charlie!?" was heard in two voices which were undoubtedly Sam and Dean's.
When she finally retracted her hand, blinking once or twice, she was able to make out their faces. Dean was standing a few feet away from the TV she had planted there few hours before.
Next to him was Sam, just being his gigantic, usual self. What she didn't expect though, was the third man of their party, sitting on a chair to the table, shirtless and bloodied.
He seriously looked like he had been gutted or something even worse.
"Charlie, what the hell are you even doing here?!" Dean exclaimed, eyes wide as if he'd just seen a zombie.
Wait, that wouldn't be very accurate because he probably had. As if he'd just seen a… well, whatever. You get the picture.
"Well, you know, I decided to move in here to help you guys out. I'm sure you guys could use a lady around here."
Dean looked at her, his eyes still wide, questions blatantly obvious in that expressive face of his. You could see the emotions flashing through those pretty, green eyes of his.
She almost had to giggle when she saw how lost he looked. The funniest thing of all though, was that Sam was sporting an extremely similar expression.
Dean tried to form a sentence, but he first five seconds he didn't seem to be able to get anything out, opening and closing his mouth like a fish on dry land.
"How.. wha- How did you even get IN here?!" he exclaimed surprised.
"Weeeeeelll.. we can stand here chatting all day, or you can get on with fixing your bloodied and dying friend over there" she said, motioning to the guy sitting at the table.
Both guys immediately returned their attention back to him.
Sam bend down to continue on with his stitching work.
Dean on the other hand, didn't turn his attention back to her when he saw his brother got it covered. Instead, he kept his attention trained and focussed on the blue-eyed man, sitting there, not making a sound while Sam was moving a needle in and out of his skin.
Charlie couldn't help but wonder who this man was, for both the Winchesters to trust him enough to let him into their secret hideout. Especially now that she saw the intense stare that the older Winchester had fixated on him, clearly showing a storm of emotions and concern on his features.
Of course she had her speculations, she wasn't completely clueless. Okay, so she had to admit it might have been more of a personal fantasy, but hé, it was highly likely that it did turn out to be him.
And of course she couldn't just ask them if he was who she thought he was. She'd just have to wait and find out.
"Are you okay, Cas? I'm almost done and then we'll get you a bed to rest in" Sam said, without looking up and focussing on his work.
Okay, now her suspicions were confirmed. This was the actual "Angel of the Lord" Castiel.
"You know I do not sleep, Sam. That offer is completely unnecessary. I will be fine as soon as you are done."
The angel finally spoke a full sentence. The voice that left him was not what she had expected. A low tone, that vibrated through every fibre of her being.
She wanted to comment on it, but decided to just silently keep to the background and observe the situation.
Dean couldn't help but interject. "Yeah we know you don't sleep, but lying down and not stretching the wound might actually help it heal quicker. And I'd hope that when we give you a place to rest for a while, you run out on us like last time".
She could see the flash of anger and pain in Dean's eyes as he interrupted their conversation.
There was definitely some history there, and she was already itching to know all about it. But that would have to wait for tomorrow. Another thing to add to her list.
Sam was getting up, and helping Castiel to his feet, guiding him to the sleeping chambers.
"Well he's…not really what I expected… still quite dreamy though" Charlie couldn't help but whisper to herself. What.. it was certainly true.
Dean looked up at her in confusion: "You say somethin'?"
"No, nothing, not at all" she quickly answered. Phew, that was a quick safe.
Thinking of where Sam and Castiel were headed, namely in the direction of her warm and cosy bed which was waiting for her, she felt the sleep return and couldn't help but yawn.
She flinched when she felt Dean's gaze, which had formerly been switching between her and the entrance way, now firmly and permanently lock onto her.
When she didn't look up to meet his gaze, he merely sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Look, let's just… Go to bed.. We'll discuss this tomorrow.".
Charlie nodded eagerly, she couldn't agree more.
"Well goodnight then.." he mumbled as he started in the same direction his brother just disappeared in.
"g'night…" she whispered after him, when Dean was already out of sight, out of the room.
Her mind was racing at top speed. There was indeed a lot of data to process here.
She had finally met THE Castiel. Well, 'meet'… formally being introduced would have to wait 'till tomorrow.
Well one thing was for sure though. Castiel surely didn't turn out how she imagined him to be. Okay in all fairness, she had only got a quick idea of him from the scraps of the newest Supernatural books, but COME ON. If you were to imagine an angel, it sure wouldn't be an ordinary, although with gorgeous bright blue eyes, man all bloodied and beat up. Guess she'd just have to wait until he was restored to his former glory.
She also had to figure out what the hell was going on between those two, Dean and Castiel. There obviously was some history there, probably painful and dark. There relationship seemed strained and she had to make sure no complications occurred while she was here. Or all her dreams would shatter.
She couldn't stop another yawn from escaping here. Pressing her eyes closed and slowly stretching out. When she reopened her slightly watery eyes, she realized at last that she was the only one left in the room.
"I guess I can finally get back to my bed then" she said to no one in particular. Now that whole drama died down there was no longer a reason for her to stay up.
She slowly made her way back to her corridor where her new room was situated.
This was of course also the hallway to which Sam and Dean's rooms were connected, and the room next to hers, in which's doorway Dean was currently standing.
His back was leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed, slowly leaning back. His eyes seemed foggy, unfocussed. He was clearly in deep thought, and not very pleasant ones, seeing the frown on his brow.
When she passed the room she could look inside and see Sam helping Castiel into the bed, currently in the process of draping the blankets over his still form.
She decided not to linger too long and to just move on to her own room, few meters further. During this process she heard a soft "Sleep well" from somewhere behind her, but decided to let it all rest until tomorrow. She would see what she would have to deal with then. No use in wondering about it now.
When she reached her door she walked in and stumbled to her bed in the dark, not even bothering to turn on the light. Once she reached it, she fell down and went out like a light.