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Chapter 48: Trust Me

So I know this is a week early, but I think I'm going to try to go back to weekly updates. We will see how things go. But fingers crossed that I got this. Enjoy!
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After the night before, you and Dean had been practically inseparable. At the moment, there was something playing on the tv in the living space, but you didn't have a clue what it was. Your attention was undivided to Dean's affection. You were currently in a make out session that felt so stereotypically teenage, but you loved it.

"Did I call it or what?"

You jumped back away from Dean on the couch and looked behind you to see a grinning Sam and some red headed girl beside him. You startled when yours and Dean's phones vibrated on the small coffee table in front of the couch.

Your eyes hesitantly looked to Sam's grinning face as you reached for your phone. Your cheeks flushed when you opened the message from Sam and saw a picture of you sleeping in Dean's arms on a crappy motel bed.

"Is this..."Dean started.

"From that Starship hunt from what seems like forever ago?" you finished asking and looked back to Sam. "I woke up once and thought I saw you take a picture. I thought I was just dreaming!"

He shrugged. "I knew someday it would come in handy, whether it was for nice purposes or blackmail, I wasn't sure. I just knew I needed to take it."

You had to admit that you loved the picture. It brought on so many different memories and emotions. You were on one rocky road of friendship with Dean at that point. That picture was taken right after the night he took you out for some "cheering up" pie. It was the first moment you let him in.

Dean shook his head and stood up, arms open wide. He waved his fingers to motion her forward. "Bring it in, kiddo." The girl ran to him and buried herself into his chest. A pang of jealousy hit you, even though you knew it was foolish.

"It's about time you notice I'm standing here," she said.

He rubbed her back and stepped back to look at her. "How ya been?"

You felt awkward and left out as Dean caught up with the cute redhead you were quickly learning had a spunky attitude. Apparently, she had been to Oz. You didn't even know that was Oz was anything other than a fictional place made up for a book and movie.

"Dean," you said, feeling like chopped liver and wanting to have his attention back.

"Y/N," he beamed, rounding the couch and taking your hand to help you stand. "This is the infamous Charlie. Queen of the LARPers and the nerds."

"Geeks," she corrected sharply. "There is a huge difference."

"Oh, hi." You smiled and before you had a chance to shake her hand or anything, she squeezed you tight in a hug.

"Sam's told me, like, everything about you. So you think it's weird they call it Men of Letters, too?"

"Uh..." you stammered, unsure of what to say or do. This girl was the one the boys had mentioned a few times in your presence and here you were finally getting to meet her, and you felt awkward.

Dean saved you from yourself by asking, "So what disturbed you and your LARPing?"

Charlie turned her attention back to Dean rather than you. "It was a stupid witch. She was dealing out spells and hex bags to the teams. You know," she said with her hands on her hips, "I take my roleplaying seriously, but some people are nuts. I mean, they were each vowing at least a year of their lives to be devoted to the witch. Plus money." She shook her head and the short hair bobbed when she did. "It's crazy."