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“Thanks for coming to help,” Sam smiled at his friend, earning a playful pat on his shoulder as she grinned at him. 

“You kidding me? When you and Dean mentioned a demonic virus spreading online, I was hooked!” Charlie shook her head. “Although, I think we’re dealing with more than a demon if I’m being honest. Doesn’t add up,”

“Yeah. Dean and I found this,” Sam pulled out some more notes, passing them to his friend. “We’ve dealt with cursed objects before because of a ghost attachment, but what if something else placed a curse on an item, rather than attach to it?” 

“Hm,” Charlie hummed out loud, glancing at the obscure runes and etched symbols. “A witch…that makes more sense,” Charlie was pulling out her laptop, furiously typing away. “But what would a witch gain from working with a demon…” She was talking to herself as Sam moved beside her, pulling more notes out to help her. 

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“So get this,” Sam’s brows were furrowed, finding the exact symbol Charlie was examining on her laptop. “This symbol was used by witches in the Dark Ages to extract demons that were possessing humans. It ended up extracting the soul of the human too,” Charlie makes a face at that, tapping her lips in thought. 

“What I’m hearing,” Charlie begins, staring at Sam with a look of pure confusion. “Is that this demonic curse virus thing is dangerous to demons too,” She said, scrunching her nose. “Why would a demon work with a curse like that, knowing it could hurt them or their kind? If it’s that powerful of a sigil…” She trailed off, shaking her head. “It makes me wonder if this curse has a specific target in mind. Why else would you risk other demons coming into contact with this curse? I mean, everyone uses the internet, right? I imagine that wouldn't exclude demons..." She blinked, watching the different expressions flicker across Sam's face.

Sam felt like an absolute idiot, his lips parting as his eyes widened in understanding. Charlie reeled back when the man lunged for his phone, his movement shaky as he brought the phone to his ear in a matter of seconds. She closed her laptop, watching the tall man in interest, especially when he slumped and gave a long sigh of relief. 

“Hey, Crowley,” Charlie’s eyes nearly bulged out her head at the name, looking at Sam like he had three heads. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” She watched as the corner of his lips turned up in a small, but fond smile. “I think you might be in danger though,” 

It’s quiet for a moment and Charlie watches in intrigue as a small flush spreads across his face. A huff escapes from him as he fondly rolls his eyes again, lips quirking even more. 

“Two words. Your mother,” Sam said nonchalantly. It was quiet again and Sam snorted softly. “Okay. See you then,” 

When Sam hung up, Charlie was looking at him with even wider eyes. 

“When you say Crowley do you mean…”

“The king of Hell,” Sam finished for her, earning another look of awe from the woman. 

“What a day,” She mumbled to herself. 

-

“Thanks for the warning, Moose,” Crowley was smirking at him and Charlie couldn’t help but notice the softness in the hazel eyes. “I have to admit, this plot was more creative than the last,” The cursed item was completely destroyed, no longer posing a threat to anyone.

“Let me know if you need help with her,” Sam mumbles back, flushing as the demon smirks at him. “Dean still has a grudge against her,” Crowley hums softly, his eyes briefly flicking down to look at something that Charlie can’t see. “And I do too,” There is a strange beat between them, and Charlie swears that the demon has glanced at her for a few seconds. It's brief, but she swears the demon had held Sam's hand for a split-second before he completely moved away from the hunter, a flippancy in his movements. 

“Looks like I have a mess to clean up in Hell. Remind me to reward you for all your hard work, darling,” Crowley sends Sam a playful wink before vanishing with a snap. 

“So that was Crowley,” Charlie speaks up, coming to stand beside Sam with her arms crossed, her expression one of concentration. Eyeing the flush on Sam’s face, Charlie can’t help but be reminded of Dean and a certain angel. 

“Yeah. He’s a great ally to have. He's like family,” 

“Uh-huh,” She said, grinning mischievously at him. “I ship it,” The flush that spread like wildfire on Sam’s cheeks was amusing, and she was about to laugh when the man cleared his throat, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. 

“Oh, we’re actually together.” Sam awkwardly confessed, earning a gasp from Charlie as she gripped his shoulder.