None of the Characters in the Supernatural Universe belong to be. They are property of the amazing writers and the CW. I do however own Charlotte Andrews along with any of her family members and her story.

I have several chapters written but I don't want to get too far ahead of myself. This is a prologue chapter; the story is going to start in season 1 and follow along accordingly. For the most part the story will follow canon with a few additions to shape my character's story.

Reviews and suggestions are always welcome!

Name: Charlotte Grace Andrews

Nickname: Charlie

Born: February 21, 1981

Birthplace: Champaign, Illinois

Description: Long (below shoulders) blonde hair, Blue eyes, 5'6 (celebrity look alike: Scarlett Johansson)

Family:Allison Andrews (mother): d. Feb 21, 1989

Gregory Andrews (father): d. Feb 21, 1989

Grace Andrews (aunt): Whereabouts unknown

Say Something

Chapter 1: 1989 Age 8

She was cold; so cold and alone. Her feet hurt. She had been walking for so long. She couldn't stop; she had to get help. They needed help.

The tall 'Red Eagle' motel sign glared down at her. This was the first building she had come across; there had to someone that could help her. She took a few steps toward the main building. A door opened to her right and she paused, afraid he had found her.

A boy, only a few years older than her shuffled out of one of the rooms. Turning toward him she started to walk down the hallway but hesitated when the boy abruptly turned to face her.

He studied her silently for several seconds. She was too far away preventing him from getting a good look at her. Setting the duffle bag in his hand down the boy took a small step toward her.

"Are you alright?"

She wanted to cry. To tell this stranger about the scary man that hurt her parents but her voice wouldn't work. Wrapping her arms around her chest she walked a little closer to him.

The boy's eyes widened as she stepped into the light. Her long blonde hair was sticking up at odd ends; a thick red substance matted some areas down. Her once yellow sundress was stained with the same red liquid.

The girl stopped suddenly when a corn horn interrupted the silence.

"Dean! We don't have all night!" At the sound of his name the boy turned around; when he turned back the girl was quickly retreating into the shadows.

"Wait! We're not going to hurt you. We can help." Holding out his hand Dean waited patiently.

After several seconds the girl slowly placed her hand in his. Pulling her softly, Dean led the girl down the hallway.

In the parking lot a tall man was leaning against a black car. He had his arms crossed and was fixing Dean with a stern look.

"How long do you plan on making me wait?"

"This girl needs help." Stepping aside Dean motioned to the girl hiding behind him.

At the sight of her tattered and bloody clothes the man knelt down. Softly placing his large hands on her shoulders the man's dark eyes stared into her bright blue ones.

"What's your name sweetheart?"

"Charlotte." Her voice came out as a hoarse whisper. Frowning, Charlotte remembered she had been screaming before she got away.

The numbness of her body started to lift. Her muscles hurt; her throat felt like it was on fire. Charlotte started to shake. Tightening his grasp slightly the man quickly scanned her for any injuries.

"Charlotte can you tell me where you're hurt?" Confused by his question Charlotte looked down. She stared at her bloodstained dress as if she'd just realized it was covered in blood.

"It's not mine." Fresh tears slid down her cheeks. Looking up Charlotte gave the man a pleading look. "Please help them."

"Who?"

"My mom and dad. The bad man hurt them."

Looking past her the man regarded his son. Dean was staring at Charlotte with a concerned look.

"Dean take Charlotte and your brother back into the room."

Nodding, Dean rushed past Charlotte to the back of the car. After a few seconds of whispering he returned with a half asleep six year old.

Extending his hand Dean waited for Charlotte to take it. As he led the two toward the room his father walked to the trunk of the car. Glancing back Charlotte saw what looked like a long knife before Dean shut the door.

Instantly Dean's little brother climbed onto one of the beds; he was asleep in seconds. Charlotte stood in the middle of the room staring at the door. She kept imagining the bad man breaking through. He had said she was going to be a special little girl. What had he meant?

"We need to get you cleaned up." Turning to look at Dean she saw him holding a towel and motioning to the bathroom.

Charlotte's body moved automatically. She walked past Dean and shut the door without saying a word.

The mirror stood too high preventing Charlotte from seeing her reflection. Spinning the shower handle all the way to the end she climbed in. Her body barely registered the scalding water as she stood in the middle of the tub still in her blood stained sundress.

Charlotte stared at the yellow stained wall; however her eyes were unseeing. In place of the shower lay two bodies. Neither of them was moving. A third person was crouching over the bodies. As he stood, the stranger turned toward Charlotte. He looked like any normal adult except for the blood dripping down his chin.

Opening her mouth in shock Charlotte felt chills run through her. Before the man could attack her something pulled Charlotte backwards. With a shriek she started flailing trying to get away.

There was a grunt and Charlotte fell on something soft. Looking around she realized she was safe in the motel bathroom. The something soft had been Dean trying to pull her out of the scalding water.

Giving her a stern look Dean crawled to his feet.

"What were you doing?"

Charlotte looked down at her soaked dress. The once dark red stains were now a dull pink; her arms were also pink from the prolonged exposure to hot water. With a sigh Dean placed a set of dry clothes next to her.

"They might be a little big but they're clean."

Dean sat on the bed while Charlotte changed. She was in shock and he was waiting for when it would wear off. For her to realize both her parents were probably dead. The thought of this strange girl losing both her parents caused Dean to shift uncomfortably. He already knew the pain of losing a parent and couldn't imagine losing both.

Charlotte stepped out of the bathroom wearing a faded black t-shirt. The bottom of the shirt grazed the top of her knees. Gray sweats that had been rolled up to allow her feet to peak through covered her legs.

Her hair clung to the shirt; droplets fell from the ends. Grabbing the towel next to him Dean motioned for Charlotte to sit in front of him.

"They're dead aren't they?" Dean stopped drying her hair. He stared at the back of her head concerned.

"How old are you?"

"Old enough to know what death is."

Her tone caught him off guard and Dean dropped his hands from her head. They sat in tense silence for several minutes; He didn't know how to respond to her statement.

Charlotte stared at the door with a sad look. The shock was finally wearing off. Her parents were gone; killed by something that drank blood. Sagging her shoulders Charlotte leaned against Dean's legs.

"I'm eight."

"Do you know what hurt your mom and dad?" Charlotte frowned at his use of 'what'. What did that mean? Did Dean think whatever attacked her family wasn't human?

The front door flew open causing Charlotte to scream. Jumping to her feet she stumbled back colliding with Dean. He grabbed her arms to steady her. Frightened by her scream Dean's brother had jerked away; he looked around the room frantically before lying back down with a sigh.

"Dad what happened?" Ignoring his son's questions Dean's dad walked up to Charlotte. His face was void of color and he had an alarmed look in his eyes.

"Charlotte can you tell me what attacked your mom and dad?"

Looking away from him Charlotte thought about the strange man. He'd had a wild look in his eyes. When he'd looked at her the man had taken a deep breath in almost as if he could smell her. And when he smiled at her his teeth hadn't looked normal.

"A monster. He ate my mom and dad." Dean stiffened behind her. Glancing toward his brother Dean sighed in relief to see Sam sleeping again.

"Do you have any family?" Tears brimmed Charlotte's blue eyes.

She knew her parents were dead but she had been hoping. His question pretty much confirmed the obvious.

"My dad has a sister but I don't know where she lives." Walking away, Dean's dad started pacing. He looked conflicted about what to do next.

"Dad?"

Turning back to Charlotte and his son John Winchester made a snap decision. Kneeling in front of the young girl he looked straight into her eyes.

"I can't tell you why right now Charlotte but you're going to have to come with me and my boys."

Charlotte wanted to ask why. Why did the man attack her parents? Why did he say she was special? Why did she have to go with this stranger and his sons? Instead of asking why when Charlotte opened her mouth she said,

"Ok."

1995 Age 14

Shielding her eyes against the bright South Dakota sun Charlotte glared down the empty driveway. For the past three months she and Sam had been staying at Bobby's junkyard. John dropped them off after Dean had supposedly gotten lost on a hunt.

Charlotte was suspicious because the last time she'd seen Dean was when he left to get them food. She didn't understand why John was in such a rush to drop them off; Charlotte was capable of helping.

It would give her something to do. She wasn't sleeping anyway. Since her parents death Charlotte didn't sleep well. Dean missing didn't help the situation. He was always the one to talk her down after the nightmares.

Looking down the driveway Charlotte groaned. She was annoyed; pissed off. Staying in one place always gave Charlotte the jitters. She should be on the road. She should be looking for Dean. Turning away from the driveway Charlotte slammed her foot against the nearest car. Her white high tops left a small dent on the passenger door.

"Charlie?" At the sound of her nickname Charlotte peered over her shoulder.

"What's up Sammy?" Sam turned to look down the driveway just as Charlotte had done a few minutes before.

"Where's Dean?"

"I don't know." Not able to stand and stare at the empty driveway any longer Charlotte walked up the rickety porch steps.

Bobby was sitting at his desk reading through one of the many books that littered the room. The older man nodded at Charlotte as she ascended the stairs.

There was only one spare bedroom, which meant Charlotte, and Sam had to share. She didn't mind having to share. Charlotte had been sharing a bed with the boys for six years. It was different this time; Dean wasn't there and Charlotte only talked to him about her nightmares. She wasn't about to start explaining to a twelve-year-old why she sometimes woke up shaking.

Sitting on the edge of the bed Charlotte looked at her reflection in the mirror that sat across the room. There was something different about her and she frowned trying to figure out what.

She was wearing a pair of jean shorts; something Charlotte didn't usually do just in case John needed her help. When on a hunt you want to keep as much of your body covered. Another new for Charlotte was wearing sleeveless shirts. The South Dakota heat didn't allow for long sleeves.

The humidity had also done a number on her hair. It was frizzy on the ends and just felt heavy on Charlotte's neck. Her hair, however, wasn't what was different. It was her eyes.

Charlotte looked lost; her blue eyes were opened wider than they normally looked giving her a constant appearance of fear. She was afraid. Afraid Dean was lost forever. Afraid she'd lost someone else dear to her.

Shaking her head Charlotte grabbed her brush. She quickly pulled her blonde hair into a braid before deciding to go back down stairs.

Even before she had hit the landing Charlotte knew something was going on. She could hear Sam's excited chatter as well as two deep voices. One belonged to Bobby and the other Charlotte recognized instantly.

As she rounded the corner John Winchester came into sight. Charlotte looked around excitedly; her excitement quickly turned to confusion. Where was Dean?

"Charlotte go and grab your things."

"Where are we going?"

"I'll explain in the car. Just go."

Sam was already in their room when Charlotte came in. He was rushing around quickly throwing his things into the bag. Rolling her eyes Charlotte folded his clothes and replaced them neatly into his duffle.

"Charlie do you think we're going to get Dean?" Charlotte grabbed her bag; she'd been packed for weeks just in case John popped up. At his questions she paused at the door.

"I hope so. Let's go. Your dad is waiting."

John was waiting in the impala when the two descended the stairs. Charlotte made sure to hug Bobby, much to his discomfort, before leaving. Being a hunter meant you never know when your time is up; so Charlotte always hugged the older man.

Sitting in the front seat of the impala instantly calmed some of Charlotte's nerves. The familiar scent made her feel at home. The only thing missing was Dean.

Charlotte peered at the eldest Winchester out of the corner of her eye. She wanted to ask him where they going; where Dean was. Instead she waited. She didn't want to piss him off before they'd even left Bobby's.

The car made it half way down the road when Sam's head popped over the front seat.

"Where are we going?"

"Sam sit back." Leaning back, the twelve-year-old looked at his father expectantly. Charlotte had also turned to look at him. John was silent for a few minutes. Charlotte thought she was going to implode from the anticipation.

"We're going to get Dean." A huge smile quickly spread across Charlotte's face.

"Where is he?"

"Hurleyville, New York." Charlotte's smile fell. Hurleyville, New York? They'd been near Hurleyville three months ago while John hunted a ghost. If Dean had been in New York this whole time why had John driven them to Bobby's?

Charlotte knew better than to ask John those questions. She would have to wait and ask Dean. After three months Charlotte finally let herself relax. Dean was coming back; everything would be alright. Resting her head against the window Charlotte watched the trees fly by. It was going to be a long ride to New York from South Dakota.

-Charlotte walked down the empty ally. Something wasn't right; it was too quiet. A groan caused her to stop. Looking to her right Charlotte almost screamed.

On the ground sat her mom and dad. They were looking at her with empty eyes.

"Mom? Dad?" She started to walk toward them but stopped suddenly. Something had moved in her peripheral vision. Looking down the alley Charlotte could see the outline of a man.

He took a step toward her. Fear swelled in the pit of Charlotte's stomach. He kept walking closer and closer until…-

Charlotte's eyes snapped open. She took several deep breaths trying to calm her fluttering heart. It was only a dream. Nothing was going to hurt her.

Glancing out the window she realized it was dark out. John was pulling onto a large driveway. There was a tall white house surrounded by acres of land.

As they passed a large wooded sign Charlotte caught a quick glimpse of it; 'Home for boys'. The impala rolled to a stop several feet from the house. Most of the lights were out except for one.

Charlotte could see a figure moving around on the second floor. She smiled quickly recognizing Dean's outline.

"Well go get him." Not needing to be told twice Charlotte all but flew out of the car.

She ran up the stairs and excitedly knocked on the door. An older man with a long ponytail answered the door. He squinted at her before peering past to look at the impala.

"What can I do for you sweetheart?"

"I'm looking for Dean Winchester."

The smile on Charlotte's face dropped slightly when the man continued to stare at her. Why wasn't he letting her in? She knew Dean was here. Looking at the impala again the man finally opened the screen door.

"Up the stairs. First door on the right." Thanking him quickly Charlotte ran up the stairs.

Dean's room held five beds; each one had a name stuck to it. Dean was facing away from the doorway adjusting his shirt. He was caught off guard when he turned around and a blonde head was obscuring his vision.

Charlotte wrapped her arms tightly around Dean's middle; her head stopped just below his chin. It took Dean a few seconds to realize who was hugging him before he wrapped his arms around her.

"Charlie what're you doing here?" Pulling away Charlotte fixed Dean with a shocked look.

"What do you mean? We're here to get you dummy."

"We?" Charlotte rolled her eyes.

"Yea! Sam and your dad are outside. Let's go." She took a few steps towards the door but stopped when she realized Dean wasn't following.

Turning around Charlotte found him looking down at a picture. She frowned and stepped closer. Peering over Dean's shoulder she felt her heart sink. The picture was of Dean with a dark haired girl; his arm was draped over the girl's shoulders.

"Who's that?" Jerking the picture away Dean moved away from Charlotte.

"No one."

Charlotte looked around the room confused. None of this made sense. It looked like Dean had been living there the whole time.

"Dean what…?"

"You don't have to go." The man who had answered the door stepped further into the bedroom. Charlotte narrowed her eyes. "I mean it Dean. You're welcome to stay for as long as you'd like."

Scoffing Charlotte turned to look at Dean.

"You're coming with us. Right?" Dean refused to look at her. Instead he was staring down at the picture again.

Charlotte felt her neck heating up. What the hell was going on? She'd spent months worrying about him and it looked like Dean had been living a normal life; it even seemed he had a girlfriend.

"Dean?" Finally Dean looked at Charlotte. His eyes were watery.

"I…" Swallowing hard Dean turned to peer through the window. Following his gaze Charlotte could see Sam leaning out of the window. "Thank you for everything Sonny, but my family needs me."

Dean walked over to the older man and stuck his hand out. Instead of shaking his hand Sonny pulled Dean into a hug. His shoulders started to shake.

Charlotte watched the interaction with a suspicious glare. She waited until Sonny had left the room to start questioning Dean.

"What's going on Dean?" Shrugging his shoulders Dean started to pack his things.

"Nothing."

"Nothing?! I worried about you for three months. I thought you were dead!" Pausing Dean turned to look at her.

"Charlie what are you talking about."

"I don't even know! You left to get us food and never came back. John said you were lost on a hunt and …"

"Wait. He told you I was lost?" Charlotte narrowed her eyes. Something was definitely off.

"Yea? Dean what is going on?"

Dean started to say something but stopped. He looked as if he'd swallowed something gross. With a defeated sigh Dean pulled his duffle off his bed.

"Nothing." Without another word Dean brushed past Charlotte.

She watched him start down the stairs. This wasn't right. Dean was supposed to be happy to see his family; happy to see her. Blinking back tears Charlotte glanced back at Dean's bed. Sitting neatly on the pillow was the picture. Rubbing her eyes Charlotte rushed down the stairs.

2001 Age 20

The impala pulled up to the raggedy motel. John grabbed one of his many fake credit cards and went to get them a room.

Charlotte's muscles groaned as she climbed out of the back seat. The four had been hunting a pretty nasty poltergeist for three days. Looking down at her clothes Charlotte groaned at the sight of them. She had dust and grim everywhere.

"I need to take a shower."

"I call dibs on the shower." Scoffing at Dean, Charlotte bumped his shoulder with hers.

"I don't think so."

"I'm dirty too!"

John walked back holding two room keys. Pushing off the car Charlotte took one of the keys. Glancing back at Dean over her shoulder she stuck her tongue out.

"Yea, but you're always dirty. I'm a lady." Charlotte started running toward the room quickly followed by Dean.

Handing the other key to Sam, John started grabbing things from the trunk. He was muttering under his breath about immature children. Grabbing his own bag Sam slowly followed after Charlotte and his brother.

When he entered the room Sam found Charlotte banging on the bathroom door.

"Dean you're a fucking cheater!" The only response she got was a loud laugh from the other side. Kicking the door one final time Charlotte turned to see Sam laughing at her. "Shut it Sammy. He pushed me on the bed."

John walked in carrying his duffle and journal. He cast a weary look at Charlotte.

"Don't you two goof off all night. We need to rest." Lowering her eyes Charlotte mumbled a quiet 'yes sir'. Sitting on one of the beds she started pulling out what she needed for her shower.

"Uh Dad?"

Charlotte looked up to see Sam standing near his dad. The color had drained from his face and he was clutching a large white envelope.

"Can it wait Sammy? I'm exhausted." A determined look spread across Sam's face.

"No it can't."

"What is it?"

"I've been accepted to Stanford." The bag Charlotte was holding dropped to the floor. Had she heard him correctly? Stanford?

"What'd you say?" John still had his back turned.

"I turned the application in before I left my last school. I didn't think they would accept me."

John slowly turned to face his son. The look on his face was unreadable. Reaching out John took the envelope and opened it. His dark eyes scanned the page for several seconds.

Sam turned slightly to look at Charlotte. She was looking back at him with wide eyes. When their eyes met Charlotte narrowed hers. She gave him a 'what the hell are you doing?' look. Sam's only response was a shrug.

John set the envelope on the table and turned away from Sam. He didn't respond for several minutes.

"Dad?"

"What did you expect was going to happen tonight?" John's voice was low and deliberate.

Charlotte knew that voice all too well. Standing up she slowly backed towards the bathroom door.

"Dad I …"

"No."

Knocking quickly on the door Charlotte observed the two men. John still had his back turned and Sam was glaring at his father.

"I'm going."

Charlotte knocked a little louder. She heard Dean groan in annoyance. The water shut off and a few seconds later he stuck his water soaked head out.

"Wait your turn Charlie." Charlotte didn't respond; she wasn't even looking at Dean.

John had turned to look at Sam. His face was emotionless but his eyes were dangerous. Noticing the pale look on Charlotte's face Dean followed her gaze.

"Shit." Wrapping his towel tighter Dean pushed past Charlotte. "What's going on over here?"

Neither man looked at Dean but his dad grabbed the envelope and threw it at him.

"Seems your brother has decided to go to college."

"What?" Looking down Dean scanned over the letter quickly. He looked back at his brother. " I don't get it."

Sam opened his mouth to speak but John beat him to it.

"It means he's abandoning his family."

Charlotte quietly moved to stand next to Dean. Glancing over she read the letter in his hand. Stanford? When had Sam decided to go to college?

His father's comment caused Sam's cheeks to heat up. Clenching his fists he glared at John.

"That's not true. I want a …"

"Normal life? Yes we know that Sammy but our lives are not normal. We're hunters."

"I wasn't given a choice! You forced this life on us."

"Now wait a minute. Everyone needs to calm down." Handing the envelope to Charlotte Dean walked toward his father and brother. He had one hand holding his towel while the other ran through his wet hair. "I'm sure we can figure this out."

"You're right Dean. We can. You're brother isn't going." Turning away from Sam, John started cleaning off his bed.

Sam looked at Dean and then Charlotte. They were both silently begging him to stop. Narrowing his eyes he turned back to John.

"Yes I am."

"We're a family Sam. We stick together. We find the monster that killed your mom."

Sam's fists started to shake. John had a habit of throwing the death of their mother in the boys' faces.

"That's not my fight. Mom died. She's not coming back!"

Charlotte gasped at Sam's comment. Dean started forward to try and interject; to stop the fight. To stop them from saying anything they'd regret. He was too late.

John spun around and stormed over to Sam. They were almost nose-to-nose.

"If that's how you feel then go, but if you walk out that door, don't come back. You either fight with your family or you don't have a family!"

John's comment physically shocked Sam. With a sharp intake of breath he stepped back. This allowed Dean to step in the middle creating a barrier. He looked back and forth between the two men.

John's face was set; determined. Sam's went from shocked to pained to pissed. Narrowing his eyes Sam grabbed his duffle; turning toward Charlotte he held out his hand. Charlotte hesitated for a moment before handing the envelope to him.

Casting one last glare at his father Sam turned and walked out of the room. The door slammed with a loud smash.

Charlotte stared at the door shocked. What just happened? This was her family. It was falling apart. Again.

"Why didn't either of you stop him?" John didn't respond. He glanced at her before storming into the bathroom. Charlotte flinched as the door slammed.

Dean was staring at the front door with a wide-eye expression. Grabbing her jacket Charlotte headed for the door. She had to stop him; talk some sense into his thick skull.

As she passed Dean's hand shot out and grabbed her arm.

"Dean! Let go."

"Let him go. That's what he wants." Turning to face him Charlotte gave him an incredulous look.

"Are you serious right now?! Dean he's your fucking brother."

"You heard him Charlie. He doesn't want to be here."

"Someone has to try. Let go!" Charlotte shoved her hands against Dean's chest. Caught off guard Dean stumbled back. His legs hit the bed and he fell back. Clutching his towel to make sure it didn't fall Dean sat up to see Charlotte already rushing out the door.

"Charlotte!"

It was raining when Charlotte walked outside. Pulling her jacket on she flipped the color to block the rain. Walking to the main road Charlotte looked both ways.

Sam wasn't in sight. Damn his long legs. He could be anywhere. Taking a deep breath Charlotte imagined the city layout. Where was the most likely place Sam could go? How would he get to Stanford?

Charlotte suddenly remembered seeing a bus stop not that far from the motel. Rushing down the road she prayed Sam would still be there.

The bus stop came into view. There was a lone figure hunched over the bench. He had his head resting in his hands. Charlotte instantly recognized Sam's shaggy hair.

"Sam!" Looking up at his name Sam turned to face Charlotte.

"Go back Charlie."

"Only if you're coming with me." Standing up Sam turned his back. He ran his hand through his hair forcing to lay flat.

"You don't understand. I can't go back."

"Can't or won't?" Glancing over his shoulder Sam gave her a sad look. He didn't have to say anything; Charlotte knew the answer. "I don't get it Sammy."

"What's not to get? I want a normal life. I want to go to college. I want to have a family."

"You have a family." Sam scoffed at her comment. Turning to face her he gave Charlotte an irritated look.

"That's not what I meant." The look on his face changed to an unrecognizable one. Pulling at his shirt Sam shifted uncomfortably. "Come with me Charlie."

"What?" Charlotte took a small step back. Leave with him? That meant leaving the only life she knew; leaving her family; leaving Dean.

"We could have a normal life. We could be happy." Sam reached out and grabbed Charlotte's hand.

"I am happy." Pulling her hand away from his Charlotte took another step back.

Before he could cover it up a pained look flashed across Sam's face. It disappeared almost as fast as it appeared. Sam's face-hardened not much different than his father's.

"How can you be happy? All we do is hunt; dragged from place to place."

"We're helping people Sam." Rolling his eyes Sam scoffed.

"You sound just like him. His perfect little soldier just like Dean."

"Sam…"

"You shouldn't even be here Charlotte! We should've taken you to your Aunts."

Charlotte tried to hide the pain his comments were causing. He didn't mean it. Sam was just angry.

"Please stop. Come back; Sam you're one of my closest friends."

"But not as close as Dean, huh?" Charlotte frowned; what was that supposed to mean?

"Sam."

"You two have always been closer. You tell him everything Charlie. I've always just been the annoying little brother." Sam turned his back.

Headlights could be seen off in the distance. The bus was coming. Charlotte stepped forward raising her hand to softly touch his shoulder. She stopped when Sam spoke. The tone of his voice caused her blood to run cold.

"He'll never want you." Dropping her arm Charlotte blinked rapidly. "I see how you stare at him when he's not looking. It's pathetic really."

Sam turned around. The look in his eyes scared her. Swallowing hard Charlotte tried to speak but Sam cut her off.

"Dean will never love you. Why would he love a girl who got her parents killed?"

Several things happened at once. The rain started falling harder than ever. Any dry parts of Charlotte was instantly soaked. The bus pulled to a stop next to them. The door opened and unloaded a few unhappy walkers into the rain.

Charlotte hadn't noticed either of those. Her hand connected with Sam's cheek with a loud smack. The palm of Charlotte's hand felt like a thousand pins were poking her. Sam's head snapped to the right; when he turned back to face Charlotte there was a red mark on his cheek.

The anger in Sam's eyes was instantly replaced by guilt. He reached out to touch her but Charlotte flinched away from him. Throwing him one last tear filled glare she turned and ran.

She ran as fast as her already exhausted legs would allow her. The motel came into view but Charlotte didn't stop. She kept running until her legs all but gave out. Wiping her hair from her eyes Charlotte looked around.

She'd ended up at a park; the swings moved softly in the wind. Charlotte sat in one of the swings using her feet she pushed herself softly back and forth. The rain was falling so hard Charlotte couldn't tell whether or not she was crying.

Sam's comments had cut real deep. He'd never spoken to her like that before; sure they'd had fights before but what he'd said; about her not belonging with them and about Dean.

It had been ten years since Charlotte left with the Winchesters. John had never explained why he took her but after awhile Charlotte didn't care. She loved being with John, Dean, and Sam.

Charlotte frowned thinking about what Sam said about Dean never loving her. Of course he was right. She had loved Dean practically since she'd known him; since he'd held his hand out to help her.

Dean clearly had no interest in her. He threw himself at anything that walked. Men didn't like women like her. Women that weren't girly. Charlotte wasn't vain but she knew she was pretty. She was also strong and could handle pretty much any weapon you handed her. Men weren't into that kind of thing.

To say Dean didn't love her because she'd gotten her parents killed; that was a cheap shot and it had hit it's mark.

Charlotte licked her lips. They were salty; she was crying. Wiping furiously at her face Charlotte tried calming her nerves. She hated crying.

"Charlie?"

Looking up Charlotte found Dean standing in front of her. The one thing she hated more than crying was crying in front of people. Charlotte looked at Dean with a weary look.

"He's gone."

"Charlie…" Standing up Charlotte hugged her arms tightly around her chest.

"Did I get my parents killed?" Dean's jaw dropped.

"He said that?"

Charlotte sniffled as a fresh set of tears started to fall. Instantly Dean was in front of her. He wrapped his strong arms around Charlotte and pulled her close to him. Charlotte buried her head in the crook of Dean's neck. His embrace instantly calmed her.

"Listen to me Charlie. It is no one's fault but that monster. None of it is your fault. You hear me?" Charlotte nodded and pulled away. Smiling softly Dean held his hand out. "Let's go back."

Charlotte thought about what Sam said again. It ran through her mind like a broken record. 'He'll never want you.' Pushing the thought to the back of her mind Charlotte placed her hand in Dean's.