#asksolodean

Woody- Well, he's a stubborn fella. He's very much like my boyfriend, but he's also totally different. For years he teased me, kept his distance, and made me feel like a terrible human being, but I loved him anyway. And then, everything was taken away from him, and me as well. So all we had was each other, and it brought us closer. I don't know what I'd do with out him around. Again.

Buster: I like cats. A lot. But dogs are awesome, too.

Violet: Play pranks on everyone. Namely my Deans.

Buzz: Lisa. We both are with Deans, and we both know what it's like to be with Dean, even if they're different men. But I know that that means we'll always have each other's backs, and we'll always be able to gossip.

Francis: Um.... I really like roleplaying. Like... a lot.

Mr. Incredible: I already have one, don't I? But I'd like the power of healing.

Charlie wasn't quite sure what was going on. She had been sitting in front of the TV, enjoying some stupid special with Emma. Now, she was wrapped in darkness. She tried looking around, but still, all she saw was black. Then, the shouting started. The voice was familiar. It was fighting something. Then, there was a flash, and nothing again. Suddenly, she felt an intense pain. And it wouldn't stop. She tried to scream, but she couldn't find the air. Just when she thought she couldn't take anymore, it stopped. She opened her eyes and saw a cross in an empty field. She knew this place. She'd seen something like it before. "No... not again. Please-" 

Charlie snapped up from the couch, gasping. She looked around. She was safely in her living room, Emma asleep on the other side of the couch. She looked at her watch. 7. Still early enough to call a babysitter. She had somewhere to be.

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An hour later, Charlie was well on her way out into the wilderness. Emma was safe with her friend Neal, and Dean would probably be home soon, anyway. She had to get there. She had to see it for herself.

It explained everything. Being sent to voicemail, not hearing anything, not seeing  anything, waiting... she didn't want to believe it. It couldn't be true. She turned onto a dirt road and continued driving. after a few minutes, she pulled into a clearing. She shut the car off and climbed out, seeing what she dreaded.

A cross in the middle of the clearing.

She grabbed a flashlight and walked towards it. She turned the light on and pointed it at the wooden thing. Taking a deep breath, she stepped even closer, examining something carved into the wood. "D.W."

Charlie gasped and let herself fall to her knees. "Oh, God... no... Dean..." She bit her lip, forcing back tears. "So... this is where you've been, huh?... you stupid... sorry... son of a bitch..." She swiped at her eyes. "How... how did I not know... I'm supposed to know, I'm supposed to warn you... I'm some prophet..."