Darlie - Charlie + Dorothy // College au

Chp. 6 - The Bitches Visit

Knock knock knock

"What the hell!" Dorothy cursed, her climax slowly fading away.

"Hey." Charlie coaxed, bringing Dorothy's lips to hers. "They'll go away. Don't stop."

Just as Dorothy bent down once again, another fist knocked on the door, this time more eager.

The brunette rolled her eyes as she crawled off the bed, slipping on Charlie's robe while Charlie sat up, pulling sheets to cover her skin.

Dorothy opened the door slowly to see two men standing at the door, one very tall, very muscular man with the same deep brown hair as herself and one still very tall but not as tall, more striking man with bright green eyes. The green eyed man clears his throat. "Um is... Charlie here?" He wondered.

Dorothy's eyes narrowed. "Maybe... and you are?" She shifted her weight, placing a hand on her hip.

"I'm Dean," said the green eyed man. "And this is my brother Sammy."

"Just Sam." The brother chimed in.

Charlie called from the background. "Dorothy, who is it?"

Then Dean pushed through the door, and suddenly becoming flustered as he saw his pale bestfriend in nothing but sheets. All Charlie could think to what she always did, greet them with a "Sup, bitches." This time with an awkward smile due to her embarrassment. Sam returned the smile, being the awkward sack of emotions he was.

"Dammit Charlie," Dean let out an audible gah. "Get some clothes on. We gotta go."

"Go? Go where, Dean?" Charlie wondered, beginning to worry why they would just barge in.

"We don't have time, Charlie! Get some fucking clothes on!"

"Dean your scaring me..." Charlie trailed off as Sam interjected, pulling Dean into the hallway and closing the door behind them. The second the door closed, Charlie sprung out of bed, not worrying about the fact she was completely naked.

"Hun, who were those guys?" Dorothy followed Charlie as she slipped on the closest shirt and jeans, then slipping on the closest converse.

With a heavy breath from her panic, Charlie answered, "Dean, the guy I cam out to Dean, and his brother. They wouldn't come if it wasn't urgent. Get some clothes on." Charlie breathed the command as she was searching for her phone. Dorothy began to dress, beginning to speak before Charlie cut her off. "You're coming with. We'll probably going to Sioux since that's where they all live now."

"They all?" Dorothy wondered aloud.

"Yeah." Charlie chuckled, finally locating her phone. "Bobby, Ellen, Jo, Ash. I'll explain more on the way." And they were out the door in minutes, both girls trying to fix their sex hair (well, almost sex hair) as they pulled into the back of Dean's Impala.

After a few minutes of silence, Dorothy decided to speak up. "So, Charlie?" She turned up her palm, allowing Charlie to hold her hand.

Snapping out of her daze, Charlie perked up. "Oh yeah. The whole gang. It was Dean and Sam in one house, though they spent most of their time at Bobby's why was basically their uncle." While telling all this, Sam turned to Dean, whispering something the two girls couldn't make out. "What, Sam?" Charlie wondered.

"Oh uh nothing." He shrugged, "It's nothing just... go ahead, finish your story." As Sam turned to face the front again, Charlie noticed Dean shaking his head in disappointment. But, leaving it alone, she decided to pick up where she left off.

"Okay so Bobby, their uncle, yeah? Always let them stay over cause their dad was... well..."

"Never sober." Dean added.

"Right." Charlie concluded. "Bobby lived with Ellen and her daughter Jo. They were all super nice. And then I lived across the two of them, next door to Gabriel and Cas. Also friends of ours." Charlie leaned back, content with her story.

"Well said, Charlie." Dean commented as he gave his signature smirk into the rear view mirror. Eyes back on the road, he addressed Dorothy. "We all got along really well, all about the same age. Sometimes we would even skip school and all go the the playground across the street."

Sam smiled at his brother's mischievous memories.

"Who did you live with, hun?" Dorothy asked Charlie as Dean gave Sam a playful nudge.

"My foster parents. They were fine. They only kept me around cause I had friends but at least I had that, ya know?"

"Yeah. I gotcha." Dorothy agreed.

"How bout you, Dorothy?" Sam asked.

"Oh. Me and my dad moved a lot, for his work. I never had much of a friend group. Not until college at least." She turned to Charlie, giving her a sweet smile and squeezing her hand.

"So, how'd you too meet?" Sam continued.

Charlie answered this time. "Door mates, luckily." Snickering to hide her dirty thought from the rest of them.

But Dorothy noticed, sharing the snicker with her. "Yeah I'm sure you thought that the first day." Dorothy teased. "When you basically passed out over how... break taking I was." The brunette moved her hand up to her forehead, pretending to fall as if in an old horror movie.

"Did not! You're telling it all wrong." Charlie interjected, hearing the two boys snickering now, this time at the back and forth the girls were having.

"Oh please, do tell." Dorothy drew her hand in front of her like she was presenting a story.

"Ok I'll admit I was a bit... love struck. But I wasn't that in love with you." The red head crinkled her nose as Dorothy stuck her tongue out.

"Well you do now." Dorothy pipped up, placing a kiss on Charlie's temple.

"Ya got me there, Dorth." They shared a short peck.

"Alright enough, you too, it's like high school all over again." Dean rolled his eyes.

"Oh please. Are you talking about Jo?" Charlie retorted, thinking of her one, brief kiss with the blonde.

"You were swooning over that girl, Charlie." Sam added.

"Not helping, Sammy." Charlie claimed.

He only shrugged his shoulders, content with the blush he caused Charlie to have.

Dean chuckled. "Just like old times."