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The clouds overhead darkened the sky far before nighttime, but Ildri was certain she could make it home from Thora’s before the rain began. Pulling her woven shawl closer around her shoulders, she quickened her step when lightning struck and thunder boomed. The storm was coming more quickly than she had predicted; she feared now that she wouldn’t make it home before the rain began to fall. 

She was just outside of Kattegat when the whispers not far behind her began. Ildri took a deep breath and continued walking, shoulders back and head held high. As the Jarl’s daughter, she was used to people whispering about her behind her back. Though she had been friends with Thora and Floki and the Lothbrok brothers since she was a child, the whispers and stares were never in short supply. 

“It’s going to rain,” a man said, catching up to her. 

Ildri glanced at him; she recognized him from around Kattegat, but wouldn’t know his name if she were asked. “I’m aware. Thank you.”

He kept in step with her, and then she was aware of another man on her other side. The look in that man’s eye wasn’t one that she was anxious to have on her for any longer, or ever again. 

“The Jarl’s daughter shouldn’t be walking alone in such weather. Such darkness,” the new man grinned. His teeth were nearly rotting out of his mouth. 

Remembering her place, Ildri hid her disgust and again thanked them for their concern. “I’ll be just fine on my own, thank you.”

Though she quickened her step, the men did not falter or drop behind her. Fear began to chill over her skin, and her breath was heavy in her chest. Keeping her eyes forward, Ildri willed her own home to appear in the distance, but all she could see was empty land. 

The first few rain drops fell; she felt them just before she felt a dirty, calloused hand grab her by the arm. She wrenched herself away, staring up into the eyes of the first man. 

“How dare you touch me without my permission!” Ildri snapped. “My father will hear of this and you will think twice before you touch any woman again.”

After that, she took off in a full on run, her shawl falling behind her. The men were just as quick as she, if not quicker, and caught up with her after only a few seconds. Ildri screamed as they dragged her away, only to have one of those dirty, calloused hands clamped over her mouth. Still, she struggled and screamed. 

The men dragged her kicking and attempting to scream into a thick of trees nearby. One of them held her around the shoulders, her back against his chest. As the other man worked to undo the ties and hooks of her dress, the man holding her worked his hand past the collar of her dress and over one breast. Tears fell from her eyes, falling down her face along with the rain drops which were falling more steady. She knew only enough to defend herself in the most basic of ways, not against this filth and their drunken strength. 

“Don’t worry, Princess,” the man holding her laughed, “we won’t let your misery last long.”

Ildri feared what exactly he meant by that, but there was nothing she could do to stop what was happening. The man’s hand began to travel further down. Ildri choked back a sob. She closed her eyes and pretended that those hands were that of someone else; another man with blue eyes whose hands she had wished for a long time would be the only hands that would ever touch her. 

“Let her go.”

The voice of the exact man she had been thinking of just seconds before. Ildri breathed a sigh of relief as the man withdrew his hand and pushed her forward, looking to see who had stopped him. The other man grabbed a hold of her, turning her as well. She saw Ragnar and Floki there, daggers at the ready. Her eyes met Ragnar’s, and he seemed to have no concern over the situation. Floki’s smirk assured he that he was not concerned, either. 

The first man came forward. “And why should we?”

Ragnar’s eyes grew, an expression that Ildri knew well. The fire of Odin himself had been lit inside this man, and it would not end well for those who dared to oppose him. 

With a single strike, Ragnar knocked out the man who had touched her. He hit the ground hard, unaware, and bleeding from the nose. The other man, clearly a follower, pushed her towards her friends and stuttered out apologies. 

Floki took Ildri by the hand and tucked her behind himself and Ragnar. She worked to fasten her clothes again, while Floki and Ragnar threatened the men well. The one still conscious ran off, leaving his friend to fend for himself in the rain. 

Ragnar took Ildri by the upper arms and searched her for injury. It was the first inkling she had that perhaps Ragnar returned the love she had for him. 

“Are you hurt?” Ragnar asked. 

The jarl’s daughter broke. Her chin quivered and she whimpered, though she tried to keep herself composed. Ragnar lifted her in his arms, and the tears fell of their own will. 

“We will take her back to my place,” Floki decided for all three of them. “The jarl will hear of this tomorrow when the rain stops and we escort her back home. He will assume the rain has kept her away.”

Ragnar nodded, and the trio made way for Loki’s dwelling. Ragnar carried Ildri the whole way. 

When they arrived, Floki provided her with dry clothes. After changing, Ildri laid hers out in front of the fire to dry. They all ate supper together, and, though it was relatively early, Ildri found that she was ready to sleep. 

Ragnar laid next to her, stroking her hair. “I haven’t seen your hair down like this since we were children.”

Ildri smiled up at him. “Probably because it hasn’t been down like this since we were children. Even when I sleep, my mother requires that I have it braided. Feels better this way.”

He smirked. “Brat.”

“I cannot help what I was brought into,” Ildri laughed. Ragnar smiled with her, but it subsided for both of them after a few moments. “I would have been killed today, were it not for you and Floki. And even if they left me alive, I never would have been the same when they were done with me. I don’t know how or why you were there, but I will never be more grateful for anything than for Odin sending you after me.”

Ragnar took a deep breath. “I don’t know what it was, Ildri. I’ve seen you leave Thora’s many times and never felt the need to see you home. Today, something told me to follow you. I’m glad I did. To lose you, Ildri …”

He didn’t finish his sentence, but it was enough for Ildri for now. With a deep breath, she pulled the blanket up to her chin. “Perhaps now my father will allow for me to have more fighting training. Though, I think it’s more likely that he’ll simply not allow me to go to and from Thora’s by myself.”

“You’re probably right,” Ragnar agreed. “Fortunately for you, you have two friends quite willing to teach you whatever you’d like to learn.”

Ildri sat up, her eyes hopeful. “Really? You and Floki would teach me?”

“I’m sure Thora would lend a hand as well,” Ragnar nodded. “So tell me, little wolf, do you want to punish those who have wronged you?”

Ildri nodded earnestly, her grin half due to his promise to teach her about fighting, and half due to his use of the nickname he hadn’t used since they were children. “Can we start now?”

Ragnar chuckled. “Now, it’s still raining, and you need to rest. Floki and I will be not far, if you need anything.”

Dialogue Prompts Song Prompts

“Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.”

“You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”

“Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion.”

“How is my wife more badass than me?”

“How could I ever forget about you?”

“I don’t care what you do to me, but I don’t want you to hurt me. I’ve had enough hurt already in my life. More than enough. Now I want to be happy.”

““I love you” seem to never really be enough. Because I’m afraid, that you do not understand what I really mean when I say it.”

“Excuse me for freaking out! I thought you were dead!”

“You’ve got to calm down so I can fix you up.”

“You promised you wouldn’t be reckless! You promised!”

“And yet, you still love him.”

“Did you come into contact with unknown magical forces?”

“So tell me, little wolf, do you want to punish those who have wronged you?”

“To die by your side, is such a heavenly way to die.”

“Don’t trust him.” “Funny, that’s exactly what he said about you.”

“I told you my story as a cautionary tale, not an instruction manual.”

“What are you so afraid of? You’re already dead.”

“I’m starting to think you just like me pinning you up against things.”

“I swear, its like we were cursed from the words, ‘I love you’.”

“I’m sorry. I was just looking for a friend, not whatever, this is.”

“But you make me feel like I’m home.”

“I’m only asking because I have seen how you look at me.”

“The things I would do just to see your face right now…”

“There’s always a place in my bed for you, I will wait no matter what.”

“Sir, I am going to have to ask you to put the crucifix down and back away from the undead gentleman.”

“So, it only took two days for you to start a war with a nest of vampires and a bunch of fairies. Please, tell me your secrets.”

“I’m trying my best to be polite, but if you move that knife a centimeter closer to me, I will tear you apart.”

“You worked for my uncle for 15 years, and he never once asked you to deal with a body?”

“Sometimes you tell someone to never call you again, and then the phone rings and you hope it’s them. It’s the most twisted logic of all time.”

“I gifted you my soul, who does that anymore?”

 Song Prompts

“Pictures of You” by The Cure

“Suburbia” by Matthew Good

“Barton Hollow” by The Civil Wars

“Dixie Boy” by April Smith & The Great Picture Show

“To Love (Somebody”) by Janis Joplin

“Faithfully” by Journey

“Crying” by Roy Orbison

“I don’t think about you” by Kelly Clarkson

“Crazy On You” by Heart

 “Just Breathe” by Pearl Jam

“Jolene” by Ray LaMontagne

 “Fare the Well” by Rob Benedict

 “It Hurts So Bad” by Susan Tedeschi

 “With Love” by Christina Grimmie

 “Ramble On” by Led Zeppelin

 “Separate Ways (Worlds Apart)” by Journey

 “Do I Move You?” by Nina Simone

 “Secret” by Missy Higgins

 “Love on the Brain” by Rhianna

 “Feelin’ Love” by Paula Cole

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It had been a couple of years since Charlie had left out of the blue.  You had been trying your best to move on but there was something holding you back.  No matter what you did, you always found yourself thinking about her.  “Get it together, Y/N.  She left.”  You did the only thing you could think of - you threw yourself into your work.  The busier you were, the less time you had to think about her.

There was something about Halloween that you always loved.  So when you were invited to a party that Dalia was throwing - you were ecstatic.  She was the one coworker you were close to and if you were being honest, you had a slight crush on her.  It was nowhere near what you felt for Charlie but something had to change.  

“Hey Y/N, you wanna go costume shopping after work?”  She was leaning on the door frame to your office with a cup of coffee in hand.  

“Of course.  Any ideas on what you’re going as yet?”

“I have a few ideas.  Nothing is set in stone though..”  You watched as she shrugged and you giggled.  You were in the same boat.  You still had no idea what you were going to go as but you were hoping that shopping with Dalia would help.  

--

“Okay that is the fifth costume you’ve tried on.  What’s going on?”  Dalia asked as she poked her head into the makeshift dressing room they had.  She had everything she needed for her costume picked out and paid for.

“Nothing feels right.”  You adjusted the costume and turned around to get her opinion.  

“Whoa mama.  Who’s this hottie in front of me?”  

“Shut up.”  You felt your face heat up as you caught your reflection in the mirror.    

“I’m serious.  I think this costume might be the one.”  

“Are you sure?”  

“I have no reason to lie to you.”  Dalia winked as you looked in the mirror again.  “If you want - I can do your hair and make up the night of the party.”  

“Wouldn’t I have to come over before the party starts for that to happen?”  

“Of course.  I wouldn’t mind though.  I always enjoy your company.”  Dalia smiled and in that moment you decided - this costume was the one  She stepped out and you stripped the costume off.  You were pulling your jeans back on when you were struck with an idea.  You would have to mod your costume a little but you were determined to make this work..  

--  

It was hours before the party and when Dalia answered the door,  you could tell something was off.  

“Hey, is everything okay?”  The look on her face told you everything.  She explained that the person who was supposed to be her date for the evening had cancelled on her at the last minute.  She sighed as she took a seat on her couch.

“We had matching costumes and everything.”

“I could be your date”  You mumbled and Dalia looked over at you.  

“What was that?”  She smiled at you and the butterflies in your stomach were going crazy.  

“Let me be your date for tonight.”  You watched as she moved from the couch and pulled you into her arms.  Her green eyes met yours and when she brushed your hair away from your face, Dalia’s lips softly brushed yours.  She pulled away with a wink.

“Finish getting ready.”  She led you to her bedroom and left you alone to get changed.  

“Hey Dalia?  I really hope you like what I’ve done with my costume..”  You bit your lip and closed the bedroom door.  

Once you were out of sight, Dalia smirked.  “You stupid girl, you have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into.”  

--

Every inch of Dalia’s home was decked out with Halloween decorations.  Someone made a playlist of halloween inspired songs and no matter where you went in the house, you could hear it.  There was also a variety of food being served and a fully stocked bar.  

Dalia made sure you never left her line of sight.  You were currently sharing a drink with one of your work friends when you felt her hand on your lower back.  “Come dance with me.”  You carried your drink with you as she led you to the middle of the dance floor.  

“Have I told you that you look ravishing in your costume?”  

“A few people have told me that tonight but the only opinion that matters is yours.”  

“Such a sweet talker.”  She whispered in your ear.  Her body moved along with the music and you watched in awe.  “Come dance with me pretty girl.”  You felt her move closer to you and you felt her lips right beside your ear.  “Maybe later we can sneak away and go somewhere private.”  

“I’d like that.”

--  

Charlie was scrolling through some random news website because was looking for anything that looked like a case.  The last few that she found, she stumbled upon by chance.  As she waited for her food, she took a sip of her coffee and glanced at her phone when it went off.  Charlie wasn’t surprised that it was Dean who texted her.  He was always sending her something random.  Charlie opened the text but when she clicked the link, it led her to an article.  

Her phone chimed as she finished reading and she smiled when she realized it was from Sam.  There was another article released from a different source and this one had a few more details.  She typed out a reply to Sam as her food was getting delivered.  

Dean - We’ll be heading your way once we finish up here.  Get a feel for the town and make sure there haven’t been anymore victims.  

Charlie - Wait… where am I heading again?  

Dean - Carmel-by-the-Sea, CA

Charlie - Well that’s an interesting name.  Okay I pulled up a map - it looks like I’m in for a 13 hour drive..

Dean - I’d ask what you’re doing in Arizona but I probably don’t want to know.  Be safe, okay?

Charlie - I will :)

--

Charlie pulled into the Normandy Inn parking lot and turned the engine off.   

She pulled up the inn website and did a little research before checking in.  They wouldn’t have to find a cheap motel to check into - the cottage would easily hold up to six people and they would each have their own bedroom during their stay.  She made her way to the front desk, to check in.  Charlie handed her the only credit card she had and when the girl behind the counter said it was approved, she thanked her with a wink.  Charlie made sure to grab her duffel and her laptop bag from her car before making it all the way over to the cottage.  

--

The morgue was the first place Charlie visited.  The victim - Simon Weatherbee - was a mountain of a man.  “It’s hard to believe that a woman who is about 4’11’’ could inflict this amount of damage.”  

“He was what - over six feet tall right?”

“Six foot, eight inches.  I’ve never seen anything like this before.”

“They have his wife in custody now, right?”  Charlie scribbled a few notes down as the medical examiner answered a few more questions.  She thanked him for his time and before he left,  Charlie asked for directions to the police station.  There were some questions she needed answering.

--

“Alice Weatherbee put a drill through her husbands skull - it was brutal.”  Charlie had just walked into the door with a couple bags of food and some drinks.  “Oh and get this?  Our girl had a severe height kink - he was 6’8’’  I still don’t understand why she did it.”

“I might have an answer for that - she was having an affair with one of her coworkers.”

“So it was a crime of passion - how does this have anything to do with us?”  Charlie pulled a fry out of one of the bags before sitting them down on the table.  She watched Sam type something on his laptop and he quietly read.  

“According to this the affair went on for two weeks before he found out.  The woman she was having an affair with?  Her name is Dalia Seirenes.”

“Son of a bitch - I think I know what we’re dealing with.”  Dean lowered his burger and both of them glanced at him.

“How?”

“Her last name.  What are we dealing with here Dean?”

“A siren..”

--

Charlie whistled as they pulled up.  “This house is huge, why would she need that much space?”  The impala rolled to a stop as Dean pocketed the keys, and opened the driver door.  Sam and Charlie followed, making sure everything about their costumes was in order.  “Also do we have everything we need?”

Dean smirked as he removed the false bottom of Charlie’s cigarette tray.  “There’s only one thing you actually need to kill a siren - a bronze dagger coated in the blood of someone who has been affected by the siren’s curse.”

“Dean, the last few victims are dead…”

“There’s no way she doesn’t have someone new…”  He put everything back where it was supposed to be and the three of them made their way inside.  

"Did you see those hotties that just walked in?"

"Any idea who they are?"

"Nope, but they look like they could fun.."

“I know this is a long stretch but the girl who arrived with them - doesn’t she look a little like Dalia?”

“I don’t see it.”  

The plan was to split up once they got inside, and Charlie laughed when she heard a group of females talking about the boys.  The one detail that got to her was that Dalia resembled her.  

“I had no idea Y/N and Dalia were that close.”  Charlie’s brow furrowed in confusion.  There was no way Y/N could be here unless it was someone else with the same name.  Getting a drink from the bar, she returned to her spot and listened in.  

“Did you see the way she was dancing with her?”

“I was waiting for clothes to be thrown off.  I still think it’s weird though.  I heard Simon, her original date cancelled on her.”    

“Didn’t he go missing or something?”  Charlie sighed as she took a swig of her drink and moved closer towards them.  

“No I heard his wife snapped and killed him.”  

“I’d be surprised but it’s not the first time something like this has happened.  A few months ago, Peter’s wife - “

"Hey, is he here yet? I'm a coworker and he's the only person I know at this thing and I'm feeling kinda awkward here alone .”  

“Oh honey, Peter’s been locked up since his wife went missing.”

“Did he do something to her?”  She watched the two of them look at it each other.  “Okay, sorry I asked.  Does Dalia do this thing often, throw huge house parties I mean?”

“Of course!  The whole office shows up - well everyone but Y/N.  She keeps to herself.”  

“How long has she been working with you guys?”  Charlie bit her lower lip.

“I think it’s been over a year now.”  

“Any idea where she is now?  I’d like to meet her, if it’s possible.”  

“She has been attached to Dalia’s hip all night.  They might’ve gone upstairs, they were looking pretty cozy if you know what I mean.”

“Thanks.”

--  

Dalia was leading you upstairs by the hand but for a brief second you looked away and that’s when you saw her out of the corner of your eye.  She was talking to two taller men but it was her.  Why was she here after all this time?  You felt Dalia tug on your arm and you turned back around.  She led you into sparsely decorated room with a queen sized bed right smack in the middle.  The door closed and you heard a faint click.  You watched as the robe she was wearing over her costume fluttered to the ground and she sauntered towards you.  Your back pressed against the door when her lips captured yours once again.  It was slow at first but Dalia moved down your neck and gently took one breast into her hand.  She squeezed it gently and a soft moan fell from your lips.  “I can’t wait to see what’s hiding underneath that costume.”  You felt her nip your earlobe as she backed off with a grin.

You untied the red bow on the front of your costume and slowly started unbuttoning your top.  Your eyes met with Dalia and with a nod, you continued.  You let it fall to the ground as you made your way towards her with an extra sway in your step.  You were seconds away from removing your skirt, when someone knocked on the door.  Dalia sighed but told you to go on.  The knocking however didn’t stop, it wasn’t until someone kicked it in that you tried to hide yourself.

Both Sam and Dean lowered their guns as you held an arm over your chest and bent down slowly to pick up your top.  “I do believe our play time has come to an end my sweet.  I just hate that it was interrupted by people like this - I mean it was only a matter of time before you came for me anyways.”  Dalia’s eyes flitted over to you as you finished buttoning your top.  “What gave me away?”

“Oh you know - the trail of bodies, former lovers, and all the blood.”  

“Not to mention poor Y/N has no idea what she’s gotten herself involved with.”

Dalia smirked as she moved closer to you and whispered something into your ear.  Slowly, you turned and locked eyes with Charlie and rushed towards her.  “I won’t let you ruin my happiness again!”

“Charlie!”  Sam and Dean cried out in unison as you tackled her to the ground.  Her tray shattered into pieces and the bronze dagger fell to the side.

“It was so easy to ensnare that one.”  Dalia folded her arms as the two of you rolled around on the ground.  “All she wanted was someone to love her.  That’s why I look like this you know.”

“I get why she fell for you, I do.  I have to say though I don’t see the resemblance at all.”

“That’s the point - I thought hunters were smarter than this.”  

You were one your back when you heard Sam yell out Charlie’s name.  She took a look around and found the dagger close to her.  Charlie groped around and took a hold of it before looking at you again.  “Please forgive me for this, Y/N.”  Things happened in a blur after she stabbed you in the shoulder.  

You were in and out of it until you felt Charlie’s arm protectively wrap around you.  

Charlie helped guide you into the cottage and both of the boys were following behind the two of you.  “I never thought I’d see you again.”  You whispered as you watched Sam disappear and reappear with a first aid kit.  They helped patch you up and Charlie led you to the room she was staying in.  You took a seat in the oversized armchair and caught Charlie’s arm as she turned to leave.  “Please don’t leave me alone.”

“I won’t.”  She wrapped an arm around your uninjured shoulder as she took a seat next to you.  “Never again.”  She whispered as you curled into her side.  

“I hate to do this but if I’m sharing a bed with you, it’s going to be in that bed and I’m going to do it in my own pajamas.”  She pulled away carefully and headed towards one of the dressers.  

“Hey Charlie?”

“Yeah, Y/N?”

“Is there anyway that I could maybe borrow something to sleep in?  This costume is cute and all but it’s not comfy.”  Charlie quietly chuckled as she pulled out another set of pajamas and handed them towards you.  

“I’ll be right back okay?  You can change in here…”  You waited until she left the room to slip off your skirt, and pull on the pair of Harry Potter pajama pants Charlie lent you.  You wince as you pull off the costume top and carefully pulled on a plain t-shirt.  

She found you curled up on the left side of the bed fast asleep when she came back in.  “Well this is a sight I never thought I’d get to see again.”  

It was well after midnight when the sound of thunder woke you up.  “What..”  You rasped out.  “Where the hell am I?”  You tried moving but there was something or someone holding you in place.

“Stop wiggling around.”

“Charlie?”

“Yes, now go back to sleep.”

“I’m not dreaming, am I?”

“We’ll talk in the morning, I promise.”  You flipped over and her hold slacked just a little.  “This is real, I swear.  Now go back to sleep, okay?”

“Okay..”    You whispered and closed your eyes once again.

Charlie was still asleep when you woke up the next morning.  You groaned as you stretched but Charlie tightened her grip on your waist and a quiet giggle came out.  “Just like old times, huh?”  

You were able to wiggle out of her grasp and made it into the bathroom.  You caught your reflection in the mirror as you washed your hands and splashed some water on your face.  You were stepping out of the bathroom as you ran head first into Sam’s chest.

“Y/N, right?”  He watched you nod with a smile on his face.  “How are you feeling?”

“I’ve been better.  Although, I wouldn’t mind something to eat.”  Your stomach growled as if it was agreeing.

“There’s plenty of food in the kitchen - we made sure of that.  There’s just one problem, none of it is cooked.”

“Oh!  I don’t mind cooking at all.”  You started walking in the wrong direction but you felt Sam’s hand on your shoulder.  You winced slightly and he apologized when he remembered your injury..  He pointed you the right way and you heard him apologize again with a soft chuckle.

“Hey Y/N?  Just don’t forget the bacon.”

You chuckled and flashed an okay sign.  “So what I’m hearing is make all the bacon that’s in the kitchen?  Got it.”  You heard him chuckle as he made his way down the hall.  You made sure to follow Sam’s directions and you finally made your way into the kitchen.  

You had just put on a pot of fresh coffee when Charlie poked her head in.  “Okay, you’re still here.  I woke up by myself and thought you ran off.”  She paused as you handed her a cup of coffee and she took a sip.  “Aww you remembered how I take it.  As I was saying - you’d have every right after what happened.”  

“Are we talking about what just happened or the way you left years ago?”

“Can we talk about that later?”

“I guess but you owe me an explanation.  I deserve that at least.”

“Of course.”  Charlie wanted to add something else but when Dean stumbled into the kitchen, she let the subject change.  You watch as Dean pours himself a cup of coffee and he stumbled over to the kitchen table.  You chuckled when his gaze landed on the kitchen island and everything you had put together.  

“Holy mother of bacon.”

“I was told to make all the bacon you had.”  He snatched a piece and popped it into his mouth.  “Marry her, Charlie.  Otherwise, I might steal her for myself.”  

You felt your face flush and looked away.  “I’m flattered Dean, I am.  I would have to decline though - my heart already belongs to someone pretty amazing.”  Your gaze fell onto Charlie who was using her tablet at the table.  “I never got the chance to tell her how I feel though.”  

“That’s a shame - you’re a catch.”  

“Thanks, I think.  I thought I was moving on but…”

“Dalia came in and put you under her spell…”

“It was like those feelings for her came out of nowhere.  It was hard you know - finding out that someone I worked with turned out to be a monster.”  

“You are preaching to the choir.”  You snorted and heard Charlie quietly laugh.  “I mean it’s not like my old boss was an evil monster or anything..”

“You’re boss was the biggest dick out there.”

“What are talking here - winged dicks, dicks with fangs, shapeshifting dicks, ancient dicks…”

“Dean, I love you with everything I have, but please stop.  I’m going to have nightmares about dicks with fangs now…”

You couldn’t contain your laughter anymore.  “If they can make a movie about a girl who has teeth in her vagina, why not -”

“No don’t say it…”

“Alright, fine.”

--

You had been tiptoeing around Charlie since breakfast ended.  She was in the living room talking about some other hunt with the boys and you were stuck.  While you were eating, you wanted, no needed to give her that blanket you made for her.  You wanted to ask her if she could come back to your house for a little bit but something was holding you back.  “Y/N?”  You didn’t hear her calling for you until she was right in your face.  “Hey, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.”  You heard her sigh but she was still watching you.

“You know I won’t bite if you want to ask me something…”  

“Past stories tell me otherwise.”

“If you wanted to go home, all you had to do was ask.”  There was a hint of sadness in her voice as you grabbed her hand.

“No! That’s not -”  You were stumbling with your words as tears threatened to fall.  “I made you something and if I don’t give it to you now, you’ll leave me again and I don’t know if I can handle that.”  

Charlie was speechless at this point.  She watched you wipe away tears that were falling and she did the only thing she could think of.  She pulled you into her arms and hugged you.  You felt her rubbing your back gently as you cried.  “I’ll be right back, okay?”  You nodded and sniffled as she left the room.  You heard voices from the other room and Charlie came back with her keys.  “All right, I’m going to need directions but let’s get you home.”  

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You asked Charlie if she would mind waiting in the living room while you looked.  You stepped out of the room and walked down the hall towards your bedroom.  Closing the door quietly, you sighed as you made your way over to the closet.  There was a tote that you held all the items of value you owned.  You removed the lid and sitting on top of everything was the red and green fleece blanket you put together.

“I hope it isn’t too late.”  You mumbled to yourself as you replaced the lid and made your way back to the living room.  Charlie was holding a picture frame in her hands when you returned.  

“I remember that con - it was the first time we cosplayed together.  I remember how nervous you were about your costume, and no matter how many times I reassured you that it was fine, you didn’t believe me.”  

“It wasn’t until we won the costume contest that I actually believed you, you know.”  You took a seat next to her and handed her the blanket.  You watched her as she ran her hand over the fabric, feeling how soft it was.

“I love it.”

“Charlie, there’s something I -”

“Y/N, is it possible that you have feelings for me?  I'm only asking because I've seen you look at me."

“I’ve liked you ever since you stood up to that asshole we used to work with.  I’ve just been too scared to tell you.”

“He was such an asshole to you though.  It was worth it to see your smile though.”     

“You know by the way you’re talking it sounds like… Charlie, are these feelings mutual?”  

The two of you sat in a comfortable silence on your sofa.  Charlie shifted slightly so that she was looking at you and her cheeks flushed.  “Y/N, can I, no may I kiss you?”  You nodded and Charlie hesitated.  Her lips were hovering inches away from yours.  She watched your eyes close before her lips even brushed yours.

She pulls away and you feel her lips brush your forehead.  “I don’t want to pressure you into anything more until you’re ready.”

“I’m always down for a good make out sesh as long as there’s cuddles afterwards.”  

Charlie laughed as she unfolded the blanket and draped it over the two of you.   You moved so that you were curled up to her side with your head resting on her chest.  “You are such a nerd.”