Well, this is it. I've finished. I really hope that you've enjoyed this story and that you'll read my other. I also promise never to make Charlie the slightest bit heterosexual ever again. I don't ship Charlie and Sam, but it worked for this fic and this fic only.

Dear Friend,

Dean graduated on Friday. His dad showed up and Sam said that Dean should've been happy about that, but Dean wasn't happy about anything anymore.

"Congratulations, Dean!"

We were at Sam and Dean's house and we were celebrating Dean and Meg graduating.

"Cas should've been here too…" Dean mumbled.

"What college are you going to?" I smiled.

"I'm not going." Everyone got quiet.

"What?" his father asked.

"I'm not fucking going to college." Dean walked into the kitchen and Mr. Winchester followed.

"I'm sorry." I said to Sam.

"He's been like this. I figured he wouldn't, but Dad was dead set on it."

"I never know what to say to Dean anymore…"

"Let's go upstairs." Sam smiled. He grabbed my hand and pulled me to his room.

Once inside, his kissed me.

"Sam," he kissed me before I could continue. He put his arms around my waist and I pushed him to the bed. He sat down and I sat, straddling his hips. His hands went up to my chest and I pulled away.

I remembered something.

"What's wrong?"

"My head… is killing me." He made me lay down on the bed.

Memories I'd never seen before were flooding my head.

"Make it stop!" I cried. "Make it stop!"

"Make what stop?" Sam asked frantically. "Dad!" he yelled. "Dad, call 911!"

"What?" I heard Mr. Winchester walk up the stairs.

"Call 911. Her head started to hurt really bad all of a sudden and she's yelling for me to make it stop."

"Don't touch me!" I screamed. "Don't touch me! Mommy! Help me, Mommy! He's hurting me! He's touching me! I don't like it!"

I was remembering all these things I had buried. Memories of me when I was four filled my head all at once.

"What's wrong with her, Dad?"

"I'll go call an ambulance. You, make sure she doesn't hurt herself.

I blacked out after that.

I woke up in a hospital room. I heard a beeping and I realized how dry my throat was. I opened my eyes and looked around. There was no one else in the room. I moved all of my limbs. Nothing was hurting, so why was I in a hospital?

The door opened and Sam walked in with a bottle of water.

"Charlie, you're awake." Sam smiled.

"Water…" I croaked.

"Oh, sure." He opened to bottle and handed it to me. I took a sip and the cool water felt so good in my dry mouth and throat.

"What happened?"

"You don't remember?" Sam asked.

"What happened?" I repeated.

"Maybe I should let the doctor explain it…" He stood up and walked out.

A few minutes later, he returned with a nice-looking woman with a white coat and a stethoscope around her neck.

"Hello, Charlie. I'm Dr. Tran. How are you feeling?" She asked.

"Why am I here?"

"You reawakened some suppressed memories that you really didn't want. You had a bad experience as a child and it was so traumatic that you chose to forget it, but they accidentally re-surfaced."

It all suddenly came back to me; kissing Sam, my father touching me, passing out.

"My dad… he…"

"We know… You said some things in your sleep."

"Why would he do that?"

"I don't know, but we believe you buried those memories when your father died."

When Dr. Tran finally told my mother about what my father had done, she cried. I wished that she didn't have to know, but I knew that she did.

I'll be staying in the hospital all summer and Sam and Dean promised me that they'd visit me every day. I even got Dean to promise to be on his best behavior.

I believe that this will be my last letter to you. I've decided to go and live my life instead of writing about it. I hope you understand.

Goodbye,

Charlie Bradbury

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