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Chapter 3 – Charlie Bennet

"Don't move!" the owner of the first voice commanded Krysta.

Her eyes grew impossibly large as she stared up at the man. Her breathing started to hitch; she'd know those green eyes anywhere.

Dean.

"Who the hell are you?" he growled.

Standing next to him was his younger brother, Sam. Both Winchester boys glared at her, extremely mistrustful of her sudden appearance in their motel room.

'Oh shit,' she groaned internally, 'this is so not good on so many levels.'

Catching her off guard, Dean splashed Holy water into Krysta's face. She coughed and sputtered in shock, trying to blink the water from her eyes.

'I should not be here, Uncle Gabe said—'

Krysta didn't get the chance to finish her thought, though. She was interrupted by Dean as he pulled out a small, silver dagger. "Not a demon then," he murmured. Then, louder, "I'll ask again. Who are you?"

'Oh for the love of…guess it's Showtime!' Krysta thought, smiling internally. She traded her confused appearance for one of terror. Shrieking, she backed away from Dean quickly until her back hit a wall, feeling tears stream down her face—a nice, unexpected touch in her opinion. "Please don't hurt me!" she cried, cringing in faux fear. "I'll give you whatever you want, please, just…just…" her voice trailed off into harsh, ragged sobs as she curled into a ball.

"Dean," Sam grabbed his brother's arm, stopping him. "Dude, look at her, she's just a scared kid."

"Yeah, Sammy?" Dean retorted. "And since when do random kids pop into motel rooms? Out of thin air?" He started towards Krysta once again before having his path blocked by his younger brother. All the while, Krysta sobbed—secretly listening to their every word.

Sam huffed. "Look, just cool it for a bit, okay? We'll figure it out." After a quick stare-down between brothers, Dean pocketed the knife, sighing. Sam sat down next to Krysta and ran his fingers through his hair awkwardly. "Uh, miss?"

Krysta glanced up, looking at him fearfully through her tears.

"We're not gonna hurt you, okay?" Sam's puppy-dog eyes had the effect they had on everyone; a sense of total trust and safety and Krysta realized just how much she'd missed them.

Krysta nodded slowly, keeping up her frightened act.

"I'm Sam, and this is my brother, Dean," he continued. "What's your name?"

"Charlie. Charlie Bennet," she whispered. 'Charlie Bennet? Well that's certainly a new one.'

"Where am I?" Krysta wailed miserably. "One minute I was sleeping in my bed, and the next thing I know, I'm here! I don't know what's going on!" Her half-truth went unnoticed by the boys. Really, she knew exactly what was going on:

She was with the Winchesters in their motel room—wherever that was.

They didn't trust her, though that was no surprise.

She'd fallen asleep on the bed and woken up on one of theirs. This seemed to happen to Krysta a lot lately. She would fall asleep somewhere—in a motel room, in the car she was using—and wake up somewhere else, miles away. It was almost as if she was flashing there in her sleep, sort of like she was sleep-walking. This had landed her in some pretty sticky situations. The weirdest, not to mention, most memorable, being her waking up inside the cake at a bachelor's party. That had been an interesting one to talk her way out of…

Sam looked at her sympathetically, placing his hand lightly on her shoulder. "Look, it's gonna be okay," he tried to comfort her. Turning to his brother, he cleared his throat. "Um, I'm really sorry about this, but we need to check and make sure you're human."

'And there it is, that hunter instinct,' Krysta though wryly. This was what, the third time now since she'd met them for the first time?

"N-not human?" She gaped at him. "What else would I be?"

From his position across the room, Dean snorted. "Oh, you'd be surprised. Listen, kid—Charlie…whatever—I'll make it fast, just like a paper cut."

Krysta found it extremely difficult not to roll her eyes at his trademark smirk. Instead, she chose to widen them a bit and nod slowly.

Once the silver blade proved ineffective, Dean and Sam both smiled. "Alright," said Dean, clapping his hands together. "So, now what?"

His question was answered by Krysta letting out a huge yawn.

"Now," chuckled Sam, "we go to bed. It's 3am." He turned to Krysta and gave her a small, apologetic smile. "We can figure everything out later. You okay to take the bed?" Receiving a small "yes," Sam set up a few blankets and a pillow onto the floor for himself, shutting off the light before crawling under them.

As Krysta climbed under her own covers, Dean tapped on her shoulder.

"You try anything and you're dead," he threatened before hopping into the other bed, pistol in hand.

'Just like old times,' Krysta smiled before shutting her eyes.

A few hours later, Krysta yawned sleepily. She felt like she hadn't gotten a good night's sleep in years. 'Actually,' she presumed, 'that would probably be accurate.'

She stretched out her entire body, sighing in contentment at the feeling of her stiff joints popping. Peeking through slit lids, she realized she was on the floor. Odd, she was sure she had fallen asleep in a bed.

Her thoughts changed course when she heard two other sets of breathing. She stiffened for a moment, anticipating the worst, before she smiled, remembering.

Sam and Dean.

She was back with them—home in her opinion. God how she'd missed those boys. Leaving them had damn near broken her heart, but it'd had to be done. She wondered if being with them again would cause trouble. Gabriel had warned her…

'Nah,' she decided. They were hunters and Winchesters. Trouble would follow them like a bad case of acne on a nerd. Besides, they still didn't know who exactly she was…

Sleepily, she turned her head towards the window, but didn't see any light seeping through the cheep blinds in the shady motel room.

'Too early to get up,' she thought, snuggling deeper into the warmth of the blankets around her. She was comfortable enough on the floor, no sense in moving. Krysta closed her eyes and tried to fall back asleep.

A few minutes later, she heard the bed next to her creak as one of the boys got up. Krysta listened to soft padding of feet across the carpet towards the bathroom. The light flicked on and Krysta pulled the blankets over her head, mentally cursing whichever Winchester had just briefly blinded her. The door was quickly shut and the room was once again dark.

Suddenly, a very high-pitched, very angry, very feminine shriek came from the bathroom.

'What the hell?' Krysta wondered, sitting up. 'There's no way Dean brought some floozy in here! I would have heard him…right?'

The bathroom door flew open and slammed against the wall, the combination of light and noise waking Dean up.

"Wha's goin' on?" he groaned, rubbing his eyes with his fists. He looked the figure standing in the open doorway up and down before rolling his eyes. "It's not a "chick"thing, is it?"

Krysta gasped and jumped to her feet, her eyes growing wider by the second.

'Seriously,' she gaped. 'What. The. Hell?'

She was staring at…well…at herself.

Glowering in the entrance to the bathroom was a very murderous-looking Krysta. "Answers! Now! What the hell did you do?" the doppelganger screeched, glaring at Krysta accusingly.

"Uh," Krysta started, her hands immediately flying up to her throat in shock. Why was she a baritone?

Sprinting to the bathroom and pushing past herself, Krysta put her hands on either side of the sink and stared at her reflection in the mirror, jumping back with a shout almost immediately. 'No way…'

She looked down at her hands to be sure, turning them over and over, feeling the panic rise.

She was…

Which meant that Sam was…

Krysta looked back into the mirror and saw Sam staring back at her—where her reflection should have been.

"Son of a bitch!"