Missing You

Chapter Seven: What Did You Do Charlie?!

Charlie:

Charlie was up and moving around the room by ten but Dean was still drunkenly snoring until after twelve. She crossed the street to a burger joint she had seen there and grabbed them both some lunch, hoping the delicious odors wafting from the bag would be enough to make Sleeping Beauty rise from his drunken slumber. When she returned to the room she hung the bag a few inches above his face and swung it slowly back and forth. Slowly his eyelids began to flutter. When they completely opened she pulled the bag back and he sat up. "Ugh!" He grunted as the hangover he had slapped him over the head. "How much did I drink last night?" He asked. "All of your shots and all but one of mine, so like, seven?" She said, shrugging. He eyed the brown paper bag in her hand. "You got food? What time is it?" He asked. She checked her watch. "Ten to one." She took the bag to the little dinette table and started pulling food out, setting his food on one side of the table before pulling her own food out. "Come on, you need to eat, especially when you see what you did last night." She had one eyebrow cocked and a smirk on her face. His face however fell. "What did I do? Please tell me I didn't drunk email Cas." She popped a french fry in her mouth and shrugged. "Why don't you check your phone." He looked over at the nightstand where it was charging. Had he been sober enough to remember to charge it? If he had been then why didn't he remember writing an email. Then it dawned on him. "Son of a bitch!" Charlie let out a small laugh and popped another fry in her mouth. He reached across the bed, ignoring the pain that shot through his head and grabbed the phone. "Charlie, what did you do?!" He asked as he opened the email app and went into his sent folder. "Jesus Charlie, what the hell?!" He was practically shouting at her but she appeared unfazed by it. "You'll thank me later when he calls you." She said quietly as she took a bite of her burger. "Come on, I got you one with bacon." He took the phone with him to the table and sat down across from her. "You're lucky I like you Charlie or you'd be missing a few teeth by now." He snapped as he picked up his burger and bit into it. It was good and he momentarily forgot how mad he was at her. "What are you eating?" He nodded toward her burger. "Oh, this is a blackbean burger. Ever try one?" She asked, holding it out to offer him some. He wrinkled his nose and shook his head. "No, and I never will if I can help it." She shrugged and took another bite. He was staring at the email, reading what she had written while he had been passed out drunk. It was eloquent. Just enough of his personality to hopefully not tip Cas off that he hadn't actually written it at all, and yet it perfectly expressed exactly how he felt. "You really think he'll call after that?" He asked, allowing himself to feel a glimmer of hope. "Oh, I'm counting on it." She replied. He picked up a fry and shoved it in his mouth. "What exactly did I say last night?" He asked, grimacing. He knew he must have been blabbing away for her to have concocted an email like that. "You told me how hot his messy hair and blue eyes are, especially when he's mad, but more importantly, you said that you were sorry for everything that you had ever done to hurt him and push him away. You said he makes you a better person and that you need him in your life." She replied frankly. He rubbed at his eyes. Stupid tequila. Every damn time he drank it his lips got loose. "That stays between you and me, you got it? No telling Sam about my tequila confessions." She nodded. "My lips are sealed. I can't speak for yours though..." He chucked the wrapper from his burger at her and it bounced off her forehead before she could duck out of the way. She laughed and he found himself laughing with her. "God, you can be worse than Sam. I didn't tihnk that was even possible." He said, shakind his head. "Hey, someone has to look out for you. Besides, you know you love me." She gave him a cheesy smile. He ate the last of his burger and the fries before standing up. "I'm going to take a shower, I need it after last night." He leaned over and planted a kiss on the top of her head. "I'm leaving my phone here with you. Just don't text him again, ok? And if he calls bring it to the bathroom. I don't want to miss a call from him." He said. "You got it." She saluted him and watched him grab some clean clothes before heading into the bathroom and shutting the door. As soon as he was gone she pulled out her own phone and texted Sam.