#thewinchesterprophet

Charlie – Heal

            “I’m fine,” Charlie insisted, trying to climb out of bed again. “Let me go I need to check on James.” Dean gently nudged her shoulder, pushing her down again.

            “Charlie. You’re sick. I will tie you to this bed if I have to, you aren’t going anywhere today.” Dean used his ‘stern’ big brother voice that always got a stubborn Sam to stay in bed when she was sick.

            Charlie pouted at him. “C’mon it’s just a-“ she sneezed, violently, and groaned, letting her head fall back. Dean laughed, and ran a hand through her hair.

            “I’ll check on James. You rest.” He left the room, and went into the nursery. James was stirring in his crib. He reached down and picked up the squirming child. “Hey big guy. Your mom’s not feeling quite right today. So you’re stuck with me. Think we can handle it.?” James gurgled, and batted at a face with a tiny hand.  Dean grinned, and kissed his forehead. He changed his diaper, and got him set up in the playpen in his room.

            “Be back to see you again in just a few. Don’t get into too much trouble eh sport.” James grabbed at a stuffed animal, and made some babbling sounds that might someday be words. Dean just smiled and headed to the kitchen.

He muddled his way through making Charlie a cup of tea, and eventually ended up with something halfway decent that didn’t seem too strong.

            He grabbed some cold medicine from the cabinet and headed back into their room. Charlie stirred and opened her eyes to look at him. He set the tea on the table and handed her the medicine. “Here. Take this, and get some sleep.” She smiled at him.

            “My hero.” He grinned, and leaned down to kiss her. She put a hand on his shoulder. “No I’m sick.”

            “I’d say it’s worth the risk.” He smiled and pressed his lips to hers gently. She sighed happily.

Charlie – Protect

            “For the last time, no.” Dean said as he slammed the trunk of the Impala shut. Mentally, he apologized to his baby. But he was making a point.

            “Dean, you don’t get to decide this for me. This is my choice.”

            “You’re making a stupid choice, so I’m ignoring it.” He grunted, throwing another bag in the back seat.

            “Dean I’m not five years old I can take care of myself.” She crossed her arms and tapped her foot, looking, despite her efforts, like a five year old about to throw a temper tantrum.

            “I don’t really care Charlie.” He stopped and leaned against the car, raking a hand through his hair.

            “So why? Why can’t I go?” She stood her ground, bag slung over her shoulder, looking prepared to take on the world if she had to.

            “It’s just not a good idea.” He shrugged.

            “You’re lying.” She spat.

            “No I’m not-“ he started but she interrupted him.

            “Just tell me!”

            “Because I can’t lose you too!” Dean snapped, looking straight at her for the first time in minutes. She froze. “Sam needs my help. I’m already right on the edge. If things go sideways and I lose either one of you….both of you…” he choked out. “I wouldn’t make it back either.”

            She shuffled in her spot and looked at him with those big sad eyes. “I’m still not happy about this.” She reached out and touched his arm. “Be safe baby.”

            Without another word she stepped inside. Dean climbed inside the Impala, feeling like an asshole.

                        At least she’d be protected.

Charlie – Kiss

            Dean was nervous. This was not a feeling he was particularly used to, especially not when it came to women. But Charlie, ridiculously adorable and clumsy Charlie, made him shake like a twelve year old on his very first date.

            They were sitting in his apartment over the garage. She’d come over a few times since they’d first run into each other, dropping by to bring him lunch, or some CD of songs she thought he might like, in an attempt to bring him out of his musical box.

            He sat next to her on the couch as they ate the sandwiches she’d brought with her today. She was telling some story about work, but he was having trouble focusing because he kept looking at her face.

            Back when they were saving the world he wondered, idly, in the few moments she wasn’t trying to write about every last detail of his life and irritating the hell out of him, if she ever might go out with him.

            Because behind all that awkward fumbling, she was brave, and she was strong and, somewhere a long the way, Dean kind of realized he liked that.

            So she was talking and he wasn’t really paying attention because all he could do was stare at her. So in a moment of impulsiveness, he leaned forward, cupped her face with his hand, and kissed her.

            She froze and he pulled away. “Sorry I just…I…” then she beamed and grabbed his collar and pulled him in for another kiss. He smiled into it.  She blushed as she pulled away.

            “It’s fine. Really really fine actually.” She giggled. They didn’t talk much more about it. In fact they tried to continue their conversation, but just ended up making out on the couch for a while.

            Dean could live with not hearing the end of her story. Well at least for now.

Charlie – Help

               Dean wasn’t very good at asking for help. And in all honesty, there’d never been many people in his life who would help him if he asked. So when he found himself overly inebriated and out of cash at a bar downtown, he wasn’t sure what to do.

            Charlie popped into his head. Calling her seemed like the best idea he’d ever had. He fumbled for his phone and dialed her number, relieved that he’d put it in his phone a few days ago.

            “Hello?” She answered.

            “Your voice is so pretty.” He slurred. “I mean. Hi Charlie!” He grinned even though she couldn’t see him.

            “Dean?” She sounded tired. Shit. He had no idea how late it was.

            “Charlie I’m stuck. I can’t get home. Bartender he took…took baby. M’fine to drive but he won’t let me.” There was a sigh, and a hint of laughter from the other end of the line.

            “I’m sure Dean. Do you need help getting home?” Dean nodded, and remembered again that she couldn’t see him.

            “Yeah I need a ride.” He leaned against the wall outside the bar.  “Come get me?” She agreed and he passed along the name of the bar and she said she’d be there in 15 minutes.

            “Someone need a lift?” Ten minutes later she was pulling into the lot. Dean pushed off the wall and ambled towards the car, hopping in the passengers seat.

            “Thanks Charlie.” He smiled at her and reached out to pat her on the shoulder. He missed and touched her face instead. Charlie shivered a little, and turned away from him, pulling out of the lot.

            He stared at her. “Thank for helping me.” She smiled.

            “You already said that. But you’re welcome anyway.”

            “You’re really pretty.” He slurred again as she pulled up to his garage.

            “Alright Casanova. Go sleep it off all right?” He nodded and touched her face again, intentionally this time, before stumbling out of the car, and upstairs to his apartment. The next day he didn’t remember much of what happened.