Beasts Of Pennsylvania - | The Nature of the Beast |

23.

Charlie let out an annoyed groan when he found Davina was no longer in his bedroom. He was a little shocked the previous night to find Davina in his bed. He couldn't leave her by herself, so therefore, he couldn't ask Dean about the decision. During the time she slept throughout the night, he didn't do much. He didn't want to wake her with the TV and couldn't find much else to do but lay there, listening to her soft snores. When morning finally came, he went ahead and began his duties for the day. Later in the day, he had some free time and wanted to go spend it with Davina but found she was no longer in his room. He dragged himself throughout the hallway and to Davina's bedroom, expecting to find her there. When he didn't, he panicked.

"Oh, no." Charlie said in a panicked voice. He quickly searched her bathroom and closet but didn't find her in either. He then rushed through the halls, searching every room including ones occupied by beasts, for his beloved friend. He let out a panicked shriek when he reached the last room of the mansion, finding that she wasn't in there. He wondered for a moment if she at some point decided to head up to Dean's room. He overheard, at some point in the day, Dean got a little stressed from work and decided to clear his plans for the next few hours. Charlie assumed he was resting in his quarters and felt that it was the second most likely place Davina would be. He needed to make sure of it, though. He anxiously made his way to the highest level of the mansion, tearing away at his fingernails as he did. When he reached a grand, wooden, double door, he knew he reached his destination. He quietly peeled one of the doors open and peeked inside. He mentally cursed at Dean for not leaving any curtains open for him to see inside. He shut his eyes for a moment before opening them once again, now seeing the world through his beast eyes. Despite the red color of the world highlighting certain areas for him, he still couldn't quite see if Davina was in the room or not. He closed the door at took a deep sigh.

"God, please keep me from waking the literal beast." Charlie prayed out loud though he didn't believe in any God. He then quietly opened the door once more, entered, and shut it behind him. He then tip toed over to the side of the bed Dean typically didn't sleep on. He leaned his head down close for him to see, but still couldn't see much. He then slowly hovered his hand over the spot on the bed and gently placed his hand down to feel for Davina. He mentally sighed of relief that he felt something beneath him, determining it was and could only be Davina.

"Charlie?" An all too familiar voice called out. Charlie mentally cursed himself, realizing he had been caught.

"Yes, My King?" Charlie asked in a high pitched voice, worried to hear what his King would have to say.

"The placement of your hand is somewhere it should never be on my body." Dean spoke in an irritated tone. Charlie frowned, giving the area a light squeeze before realizing where his hand had been.

"Oh!" Charlie screeched before removing his hand, wiping it on his shirt afterwards.

"Want to tell me what you're doing in my room?" Dean asked, letting out a sigh as he felt around for the switch on the lamp sat on his nightstand.

"Oh, well, you know me! Just wanting to check up on My King!" Charlie exclaimed as he made an attempt to run around to the other side of the bed. Unfortunately for him, he tripped on the rug on the floor, making him squeal.

"Uh-huh. Now, tell me what you're really doing in here." Dean said, sounding a little fed up with Charlie already. Charlie acted quickly and jumped on the bed to feel for Davina. At that moment, Dean found the light switch and turned it on. He then glared upon finding Charlie face planted on his expensive, silk sheets. Charlie quickly lifted his head up, hoping to find Davina's small figure before him. Unfortunately for him, he didn't. Charlie let out a squeak once more as he stared at the place that was 'supposed' to hold Davina. Dean now frowned at him, turning towards him.