Multifandom One Shots

Charlie Bradbury [1]

Tina threw back another shot, the alcoholic liquid running down her throat warmingly. She sighed in content before gesturing for the attractive bartender to pour her another. Tina knew she looked a mess, which is more than likely why she wasn't getting any attention, as most guys seemed to think they could charm her with sleazy pickup lines and some solid alcohol. She would accept the drink—who wouldn't? But none of these guys were her type. Because they were guys.

Raised by a single mother after her father's murder, Valentina became a hunter when she turned fourteen years old, raised into the world of the supernatural and taught to kill the evil that lurked in the shadows around the world. Her mother and her material younger half-sister were both killed on different hunts throughout the years, leaving Tina alone. She never minded being alone. She preferred it—it meant less people to lose.

She had gone on a hunt that pointed towards a haunting that turned out to be a nasty nest of vamps. Tina didn't know how she confused the two, but the vamps seemed to have done it on purpose to lure hunters in and catch them off guard. They caught her off guard alright. She managed to gank four of the bastards but they got her good too and she didn't have the strength nor the patience to hunt the rest yet. Currently, she had a large gash across her right cheek, a busted lip, bruises running across her whole body as well as a bandage on her exposed shoulder due to a stab wound. She wore a tank top that was genuinely too large for her small frame, but it belonged to an ex girlfriend. She needed to allow herself to at least attempt to heal a little before jumping back into the field.

All of a sudden, she caught of a redhead across the room and Valentina felt her heart skip a beat inside her chest. It was painful against her ribcage as she gulped nervously, watching as the stranger turned around to face the man that had approached her. It was an older woman, someone Tina didn't know, but it was the hair that sent a wave of depression hit her like a brick wall over again. It had been over two months. Two months and it felt like it had had happened yesterday.

Valentina remembered the day she met Charlie Bradbury.

"This is my kind of club!" Dean exclaimed over the sound of the music, an overjoyed grin stretched across his lips as he followed his redheaded companion into the roaring party. Lights were flashing, music was blaring to full volume and the place was crowded to the max.

Sam was doing research back at the motel for the case they were on but Charlie and Dean went to a club where three of the deceased victims had been spotted last before disappearing and then turning up dead. They knew for certain it was a haunting but they had yet to find out who the ghost was. It was a gay bar and 2/3 of the people inside were women. Some were dancing, others making out passionately, while others flirted shamelessly in an attempt to get the person to go home with them. Some were even disappearing into the bathrooms and coming out looking more than smug about what had happened inside. Dean had never felt so happy.

"Mine too." Charlie smirked as a good looking guy looked Dean up and down, his eyebrows raising suggestively as he approached. The woman giggled as the older Winchester stopped, his smile dropping as he realized the stranger was dancing in front of him, attempting to seduce him.

"Charlie-" he started when he saw his friend beginning to walk away. "Charlie! Wait! Help me!"

She ignored his pleas, attempting to go to the bar to ask the bartender some questions but it was a busy night and people were crowding around wanting drinks and she wasn't stupid enough to think she could get the bartender to answer a few questions for a minute. She sighed in disappointment.

"A bit formal, isn't it?"

Charlie abruptly turned to the side, her eyes widening when she saw an attractive brunette leaning against a support beam, smiling widely. She felt her flirt instantly come on but she did have a job to do, despite the growing, intense temptation.