Color Me Blue {A Destiel Fanfic}

Charlie's dilemma

Song: Everybody wants to rule the world - Lorde

A week of school had passed and it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. The classes were okay for the most part, but I think French and English were my favorites.

I already knew a little bit of French from the forth grade, but that was a while ago so I was pretty rusty. The teacher, Mr. Barnes, actually treated me like a normal person instead of a blind kid who couldn't do anything for himself, which was nice.

The only downside of French was that Dean wasn't there with me. I told him he shouldn't worry cause I could handle myself but it was still lonely not having anyone in that class that I knew.

It was Saturday; I was lying in my bed listening to one of my favorite songs, radio turned up fairly loud. Dean had taken Sam and Gabe to a birthday party, insisting I stay home and rest considering the minimal amount if sleep I'd gotten the past few days, with promises that he'd be back in a few hours.

I tossed my head back, yawning, my eyes closing slightly. Useless thoughts and conspiracies ran through my mind making it impossible to doze off. My whacked out sleeping schedule was getting on my nerves.

"Yo Cas! Charlie's on the phone!" Dad yelled from downstairs. I sat up slowly, my back popping as I stood up making my way to the bedroom door.

"Okay, be there in a sec!" I yelled back, galloping down the stairs. Just as my feet landed on the last step dad handed me the phone, slapping a hand on my back before shuffling back to his study. The phone was lifted up to my ear. "Hello?" I asked groggily.

"Heya Cas." Charlie sniffled, her usually bubbly self forgotten. My face pulled into a frown as I pensively made my way to the kitchen.

"Charles, what's wrong? Are you okay?" I asked worriedly, sitting myself down at the table, fingers drumming on the hard surface.

"Well, uh, no, I'm not. Could I uh, stay with you for a few days?" She sniffed, her voice wavering.

"Of course. Why, what's wrong?"

"Uh my parents, they are, uh...." She started crying, unable to finish her sentence. I sighed worriedly, tugging my hair thoughtfully.

"Pack a bag, I'll be right there, okay?" I said sternly, my voice laced with worry.

She sobbed a quiet "M'kay." Into the receiver, hanging up the phone. I hurried to dad's office where he was clicking away at his typewriter, stopping abruptly when I burst into the room.

"Hey Cas, here, could you read this? I'm not quite sure about it..." He asked cheerily, pulling the page from the metal contraption.

"Yeah sure, later. Can Charlie stay with us for a few days please?"

"Sure, why?" He asked, shuffling some paper and books around.

"I'm not sure, she was crying on the phone saying something about her parents, can you drive me over to pick her up?

"Of course, see if you can find out what's up, k?"

"Alright, let's go." I said quickly rushing to get out the door. There were very few people in my life that I cared about and Charlie just happened to be one of them. I didn't want her doing anything stupid and I still didn't know what had happened.

Dad and I climbed into his old Lexus, driving in the direction of the Bradbury residence. I pulled at my sweater sleeve nervously, hoping that my friend was okay. I knew it was unreasonable, but when you only have two friends and one of them is in trouble, you're going to worry.

He pulled into the driveway, leaving me to fetch Charlie from her house. I stepped up the front stairs, feeling each unfamiliar step with the scuff of my boot.

"Charlie?" I asked, knocking. I waited for a minute before she pulled open the door, hugging me tightly. My shoulder was wet with tears as she cried into my neck. I kissed her forehead reassuringly and grabbed her rucksack from her hand, leading her to the car.

Dad said nothing as I crawled into the backseat with my bookclub buddie. She curled up against my side, pulling on my sweater sadly.

I still didn't know what was wrong but didn't care at the moment. I ran my fingers through her locks the whole way to the house, the radio playing a Journey song in the background.

"We're here."

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Dean's familiar footsteps stomped into the room, closing the bedroom door behind him. He hugged me tight before kissing my cheek, his shirt smelling of birthday cake and children.

"Is she okay?" He asked softly, I shrugged and wrapped a tired arm around his waist, leading him out into the hallway.

"She's been laying on my bed for hours, and just fell asleep. I still don't know what's up." I said in a whispery voice. "I hope she's okay."

"She'll be fine, she's quite the tuff cookie." He said, grin showing in his voice.

"Yeah," I laughed softly, "a tuff cookie...." I lifted my arms above my head and stretched, my shirt lifting up slightly. I allowed Dean to admire the veiw for a moment before feeling my way down the hall and to the guest bedroom, one room down from mine.

"Could you grab Charlie's bag from my room? It's probably somewhere on the floor." I asked stepping inside the unused guest bedroom.

"Sure, what does it look like?" His voice echoed from behind me. I snorted at his question before saying a sarcastic,

"How should I know, I can't fucking see."

"Oh yeah... Whatever." He left the room, closing the door behind him while I got the room ready.

"Well, I doubt I'm going to bookclub tonight...."

I'm not sure where this story is going and I think I might be rushing it, but cut me some slack, it's my first real fanfic... Love y'all 💓

(P.s. look at this little guy 👼👼👼👼👼👼👼👼👼👼👼he's so cute!👼👼👼👼👼)

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