Soo it's been awhile. Idk, I'm not really posting bc this isn't really gaining an audience (Ik people are favoriting and following, just I'd like some feedback)

I do not own Supernatural (that's probably a good thing)

So, this chapter includes the episodes: The Girl with the Dungeons and Dragons Tattoo, and Reading is Fundamental

Charlie had a pretty normal life, she admitted. Even though she sometimes wished to have some grand adventure like her favorite characters usually do, she's glad she can live safely.

She's also pretty good at coding, hacking, and anything computer science.

She's never been caught before. But when Pete, her boss, called her in, she suspected the worse.

In the office, Dick Roman, (the Dick Roman) gave her a very important job to hack into a Frank Devereaux 's hard drive. She only had three days, or she'd be fired.

Which, for her, was like nothing. She could hack into anything.

Once she did, (it only took her a day and a half) she found odd things. She looked to her Hermione figurine. "Don't do it. Roman said to bring it right to him. You're right, H. You're always right."

She learned about the Leviathans, and decided that it was all whack.

She also decided that she needed to leave, that maybe Dick Roman was up to something. So, once she was at her apartment, she began packing. She needed a vacation. Or, rather, she needed to be someplace else far away from Dick Roman. When her phone rang, she jumped slightly, and picked it up. "Hey, Pete, sorry I left without telling you. No, I just wasn't... feeling well. It's a... lady thing. I will be in first thing. Got to go – cramps."

She glanced to the side, and noticed her Darth Vader bobblehead was…. Well, bobbling. She hadn't moved much, so there could only be one explanation.

Someone else was in the house.

Charlie retreated for the door, but someone shut it off. "It's all right, I'm not gonna hurt you." The man said.

"Get away from me, you…" She spluttered, and grabbed the nearest weapon. "Shapeshifter!" She knew it was just a prop, a replica of Sting from Lord of the Rings, but it was worth a shot. If the Leviathans had found her, she was not going down without a fight.

"Look, we're not shapeshifters." Said a woman's voice.

Charlie turned, still defensively pointing her plastic sword at the other woman, and her own breath nearly stopped. This woman was beautiful. Elegant, dark brunette curls fell down to her shoulders, and she stared at her with worried eyes which occasionally changed color from green to blue, depending on the light.

However, she could be a liar too, and she was not about to show her weakness to these monsters.

Charlie swung Sting at the tall woman, who only cringed at the impact. It didn't damage her, the only damage she created was her sword breaking in half. "Geez!"

The man snatched the broken sword from her and tossed it to the side. "Look, we're not Leviathans, okay? You want us to prove it? You know what borax does to them?"

"Yeah." Charlie said.

"Sam?" The man asked, turning to the woman.

The man took out borax, and poured it over Sam's hand, then himself. "Huh? Your turn." He said, handing her the borax.

"Who the hell are you guys?" Charlie asked.

They explained that they were siblings, hunters named Sam and Dean Winchester. They also explained who this Frank guy was, and went into details that not only the Leviathans were out there. Other monsters, too, and they were hunted down by the Winchesters.

"So you're saying, you guys are monster hunters. So, there are other monsters? Stop. Never mind." Charlie recapped, but decided it wasn't worth it. Her brain was beginning to hurt. "Just shh. Okay, I get how you tracked the drive – straight GPS – but it's still at the office. How did you find me?"

They had already decided to sit down in the living room, since clearly Charlie needed a long explanation.

Sam cleared her throat, and opened her laptop, before sliding it over to Charlie, showing video footage of herself.

"Aw! Son of a gun jacked my webcam?!"

Dean shrugged. "Welcome to Frank."

"It's creepy, but I'll give it to him. So you're telling me everything he had on his drive is true?" Charlie said.

"That and more." Dean replied.

"Wait, how long did it take to crack into Frank's hard drive?" Sam asked.

She smirked. Now that she knew this lady wasn't a monster, she was going to give it her best shot. "Oh, you know. Only a day or so."

Sam nodded, obviously impressed. Charlie cheered internally.

"Is there anything you can't hack into?" Sam asked.

"Not yet." Charlie said.

"How about Dick Roman's email?" Sam asked eagerly.

"Why would I… oh. He's one of them." So, she had been working for a monster. Fantastic.

"No, uh… he's their leader." Sam admitted.

They filled her in on what was going on with Dick Roman, that he was digging for something and the Leviathans planned to devour humanity or something.

The thing was, she couldn't just hack into Dick's email. She had to be there, in his office. Right in the middle of the Death Star. She could possibly die, after all, Dick wasn't just going to let her live after seeing what was on his email.

Despite the risks, she was in.

They ran through a plan. Sam, the goddess being that she is, reassured her for every time she felt doubtful.

She stood anxiously outside the office building. She decided to sing, singing always made her feel better. "Charlie, it's Dean." Finally. "Are you singing?"

"I sing when I'm nervous. Don't judge me." She retorted.

"Judgment-free zone. Listen, uh, check the side pocket in your bag."

She felt around in her bag, until she felt something hard and cold. She brought it out, and sighed in relief. "Oh, thank you." She drank from the flask, alcohol also helps with anxiety. "Good idea."

"Yeah, no problem. Look, that's, uh, kind of a family heirloom. It's a good-luck charm, okay, so don't lose it."

"Copy that." She said, putting the flask back in her bag. "Ok, let's do this."

She was ready for this. Yet, why wasn't she moving? Her legs froze in place.

"Uh, Charlie? Charlie."

"I'm having a hard time moving." She admitted.

"You can do this."

"Uh, I'm not – I'm not a spy. No, I can't do it. I can't do it. I can't do it. I can't." She said, about to turn heel.

Then, Sam's angelic voice came onto the radio. "Hey, Charlie. Hey, it's Sam."

"Hi. Sorry, Sam, I just… I'm just not cut up for this."

"It's okay. Uh, listen, w-who's your favorite "Harry Potter" character?"

This caught her by surprise. This chick was into Harry Potter too? "Uh, Hermione." Charlie answered matter-of-factly.

"Hermione, she's actually my favorite too. Well, uh, all right, did Hermione run when Sirius Black was in trouble or when Voldemort attacked Hogwarts?"

"No, of course not."

"What did she do?"

"She kicked ass!" Charlie said. "She actually saves Harry in practically every book. And then she ends up with the wrong –" Oh no, she was rambling.

"Uh, stay on track. Okay, so she kicked ass, right? So, then, what are you gonna do?"

Charlie huffed. "I'm gonna kick it in the ass."

"Good girl."

Her lips quirked up in a grin. She was going to do this. For Sam.

The only run in was when she had to talk with a security guard, named Bill. Otherwise she easily made it into Dick Roman's office.

She was able to get the transfer done easily, and once she was caught, she easily maneuvered until she was back at her desk.

Eventually, Dick Roman came and she had to buy time for Sam and Dean. Dick wanted her to search information on the Winchesters.

Since it was taking too long, Dick decided just to meet in his office. However, she needed to leave.

She had a face-down with another Leviathan, Pete (her previous boss) but some supernatural force helped her escape.

When everything was done, and the Winchesters had their stupid files and flask, she was set to go with only minor injuries. "So, um, listen. We can't thank you enough." Sam said.

"Actually, you can. Never contact me again, like ever. Deal?" Charlie said, holding out her hand.

"Deal." Sam said, holding back a smile.

Charlie felt she was doing a real big mistake, letting this tall beauty go. However, it was best if she didn't associate with the Winchesters. She realized that she'd have a longer life span if she went on her own.

Besides, what if Sam wasn't into girls the same way she was? Or worse, what if she already had a significant other? Best not to dwell on things like this.

She turned, and shook hands with Dean, who was basically like the big brother she never had.

"Keep your head down out there, ok?" Dean said.

"This ain't the first time I've disappeared. You think my name is really Charlie Bradbury? Please. So, good luck saving the world." She threw the universal, Vulcan peace sign at them. "Peace out, bitches."

Kevin Tran was just a normal boy. He had the future ahead of him. He was doing well in school, getting closer and closer to admission into Princeton University.

Little did he know that he would be zapped by lightning while going over his college essay. His life just went downhill from there.

He's had visions, flashes, and moments where his education didn't matter anymore. Just this… tablet that he needed to get to. He couldn't trust anybody else with it.

Eventually, he found the tablet. He easily snatched it from the strangers, who were too engrossed in their own conversation to notice him, and now he was running as fast as he could. Who knows how long, or how short of a time it would take for them to realize something precious was missing?

"Hey!" A female voice called after him sharply.

He glanced over the shoulder, and one of the women from the hospital room was in close pursuit. It was obvious she was in much better shape than he was. He didn't care much for fitness, since his top priorities being things like test scores and the student council.

However, if he couldn't outrun her, he might be able to confuse her.

He ran in zigzags, which easily slowed the taller woman down.

Suddenly, another girl up and appears right in front of him, gripping his shoulder before he could brush past her. "No, stop! Leave me alone!" He protested.

"Not a demon nor a chomper. What the hell are you?"

Kevin was shaking. "I'm a... K-Kevin Tran. I'm in advanced placement. P-p-please don't kill me."

"I'm not gonna kill you." The woman who had been chasing him previously, had said this calmly.

Suddenly, he didn't think this woman was too bad after all.

She made a move to take the bag from him, but it was attached to him like glue. "I-I'm sorry. I... I don't – I don't know why, but I can't let go of this."

They made it back into the hospital room, and they introduced themselves along the way. The woman who stopped him was Meg, and the woman was chasing after him was Sam. There was another man in the room, and turns out his name is Gabriel.

Meg had to leave the room. An archangel in the same room as the prophet would only end up badly for her, apparently.

"He's a prophet." Gabriel said.

"What?" Sam and Kevin asked at the same time.

Gabriel shrugged. "Chosen by the big man himself. Why don't you try fixing that tablet together?"

Kevin was a bit taken aback by the declaration, but nevertheless did as the angel told him. He took out the pieces from the bag, and fitted them together. The result being a bright, white light. After the moment passed, he noticed letters writing into the piece of stone.

It was writing about a thing called a Leviathan. He remembered reading about them once.

"What's a Leviathan?"

"Uh, wait. You can read that?" Sam asked, astonished.

"Sort of. It hurts a little. Like looking through somebody else's glasses, but I think it... it's about Leviathan, how it came to be. God locked him up far away, right? Like in jail... because they're so... they're... they're real, aren't they?"

Sam pressed her lips into a thin line. "Yeah, Kevin. They – they are. And they're here. Does it say anything about how to kill them? 'Cause that's – that's kind of been a problem."

"I don't know. It's not like reading reading. It – it's hard to focus on it too long."

The marks on the stone scrambled around for a bit, making his head pound, but eventually he saw more than two words. It was all very interesting.

"Samantha, something's up." Gabriel said, glancing up to the ceiling.

For some reason, Sam reached for Gabriel's hand, and squeezed it.

He realized just what sort of relationship they had. His chest became heavy, because, what would happen to his girlfriend now? Yeah, he had one. He wasn't just going to leave her now that he had this sort of destiny to fulfill. There was her, his mother…

His stomach churned, and suddenly he felt homesick.

However, more pressing matters woke him from his musings when another woman suddenly appeared in the doorway. "Gabriel?"

"Hello Hester, Inias." He greeted, as the other angel appeared.

"What are you doing here with the Winchester?" Hester entered the room. "We all thought you were killed by Lucifer."

"Let's just have a chat elsewhere, before things get too carried away." Gabriel said, taking his hand out of Sam's grasp before disappearing.

Not much later, Meg came back followed by two men. Meg had a long blade in her hand and she was ready for action. "There were angels in here." The man in the trenchcoat stated. "Where are they now?"

Sam shrugged. "Wherever Gabriel took them."

"So they know now." The other man stated, Sam nodded. "What did they want?"

"They didn't have the chance to say anything." Sam said.

"They probably wanted to take him." The man with the trenchcoat reasoned, glancing over to Kevin.

Kevin winced as the other man asked, "Him? Who is he?"

"Oh, um… that's Kevin. He's in advanced placement." Sam said, and introduced him to everyone.

The situation became a little clearer to Kevin after they explained everything to him. It all became very real to him: Leviathans, angels, archangels, demons.

Dean wanted to find out what would deal the most damage to Dick Roman.

"I-I don't know what you're saying, but it seems kind of like an "in case of emergency" note. What did he mean by "prophet"?" Kevin asked Sam cautiously.

"Oh no." Dean sighed, and turned to his sister. "Really?"

Sam nodded. "Yeah, yeah. That's what Gabriel said."

"I don't want to be a prophet." Kevin admitted. He didn't want to throw his life away for this.

"No, you don't at all." Dean agreed with him.

"Hey, people. We've got to start running and hiding. What if more angels decide to show up?" Meg decided to bring up.

"We don't have to hide, we've got Gabriel." Sam said defensively.

Meg stared at her. "It seems your boyfriend is a little busy right now. Anyway, he can't come back because of me. He knows how much of an asset I am, and decided not to smite me."

"I don't know what's stopping him..." Sam murmured under her breath.

"All right, all right ladies. I know a place we can go. We can head to Rufus' cabin, the kid can do his book report there. Sam, I'm sure we can figure something out for Gabriel on the way." Dean reasoned.

Rufus was an old friend of Bobby's, he usually went on hunts with him.

However, they soon find out that Kevin's "kidnapping" had gone federal, which wasn't such good news for the Winchesters. They still managed to roll along the road. Kevin remembered seeing Sam look behind to check on him every now and then before he drifted off to sleep.

When he awoke, he half expected to wake up back in his home, the morning of the test he was supposed to take. However, he was still in the backseat of the Impala, with a demon sitting right beside him.

A freaking demon.

"Oh, God."

"What?" Meg asked.

"Nothing. Nothing. Just... my life... my future…" He leaned against the window of the Impala. "…my girlfriend... my mom's car."

Soon after, Castiel joined them in the car.

"So, Castiel. Mind explaining why those angels wanted Kevin?" Sam decided to ask.

Castiel hummed. "They're from the Garrison – my old Garrison. Looks like Hester's taken over. We were assigned to watch the earth. Often, it was boring. The wars were very boring and the sex – you know, the repetition. Anyway, I was, uh... I was their captain. Isn't that strange?"

"Uh, so why were they pissed at us now?" Dean asked.

Castiel explained the rules were that the garrison had to take Kevin off to some isolated, desert place to learn the way of the Word in order to become its Keeper, which Kevin had to admit was completely nuts.

He didn't want to live in some desert, he wanted to go to a prestigious college. Preferably, Princeton University.

When they arrived to the cabin, Dean took him down to the basement (which looked suspiciously like a sex-torture chamber, though Dean fervently protested against that), and Kevin had a panic attack. Dean calmed him down by reassuring that he had the same experience as him, that angels were just complete dicks, etc.

"I just wanted to be the first Asian American of the United States." Kevin admitted tiredly.

"Then do your homework, kid." Dean replied.

Kevin settled into a chair, and was about to begin. He stared at the tablet for a little bit, but something was itching on his mind for a while. "Um… so, Sam and Gabriel?"

"Yeah?"

"How's that work out?" Kevin asked. "I mean… she's a human, he's an archangel."

"I try not to dwell on it like that." Dean admitted. "As long as the son of a bitch doesn't harm my little sister, I'm ok with their relationship."

"Well, ok then." Kevin said. "I mean, they do seem pretty close. Have you, you know… given Gabriel the man - to… er, I guess it'd be archangel to man talk huh?"

"The-" Dean sighed. "No, I haven't. I need to, but I haven't had the chance to. So many things happened lately. Why are you even- just get back to homework, I'll go fix you something up for dinner."

Kevin sighed, and smiled.

Soon, Kevin finished, and they decided to let Inais - the male angel from the hospital earlier - take him back to his mom, saying he'd protect him.

Hester, the female angel, perished in an earlier assault, long before they reached the agreement. The angels would protect Kevin when he is back home with his mother, doing schoolwork.

He wasn't sure what to think of Sam and Dean Winchester. Sure, they sort of ruined his life, but they seemed like they have been through enough shit in their lives already. Sam seemed like another mother figure to him, while Dean seemed like the father figure to him. The point was, he trusted them.

That was enough.