Our Little Condition

Bite me Crowley

Cas p.o.v

"Well look at what we have here. Squirrel, Moose with little Cas...and a midgit"   In an obviously overly tailored three piece suit, Crowly sits at one of the tables of Bake 'n Byte. Taking a sip from his drink, little finger in the air and smirk on his face. Dear Lord, I cannot stand this man.

I'm standing beside Dean and before I can say anything, he does: "Bite me Crowley." His emerald eyes seem darker than usual, a jaded green. I wonder what happened between Crowley and the Winchesters?

"Tsk-Tsk Squirrel. Always so touchy." Crowley says, setting down his cup. I look at Charlie who is standing behind the counter. She looks horrible, barely holding back tears.

"Charlie?" I ask quietly. But not quietly enough as Dean looks at Charlie, my voice redirecting Dean's attention from Crowley to Charlie. The colour drains from Dean's face. "WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE TO HER NOW AGAIN YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT?" Dean yells, causing the other patrons in the cafe' to jump. Sam gives everyone an apologetic expression as they begin to leave, leaving their money on the counter.

Cool as a cucumber, Crowley finishes his drink before he gets up and grabs his coat. " Red-hair and I were just taking a trip down memory lane. Now if you all would excuse me. I have a little secretary to yell at." He says, making his way to the exit. Before he exits, he turns to look at Charlie, "Lore says red-heads have no souls, turns our they have hearts. Fragile ones at that." 

With that, Crowley walks out of the cafe'. Dead silence follows him, the echo from the door chime the only noise heard before Dean rushes to Charlie, engulfing her in a hug. Rubbing soothing circles on her back, trying to get the now sobbing Charlie to calm down.

I move to kneel beside my friend. Softly I try to say something helpful," Charlie. if you don't try to calm down you could pass out due to elevated carbon dioxide release." My voice full of concern.

Turning towards Sam and Gabe who are standing awkwardly in the middle of the cafe'. "Would one of you please make Charlie a cup of chamomille with a touch of honey." Once the tea's been made and Charlie has had about half of it, she finally quiets down, her sobs reduced to slight whimpering.

"Guys, I think I'm going to go home and climb into bed. Thank you." Charlie says, finally having finished her tea and completely stopped crying.

"Go ahead Charlie. We'll cash up and close up shop." Sam says, relief on his face.

"Do you need one of us to drive you?" I ask. Well, between myself and Dean since neither of the boys can actually drive yet, legally at least.

"Don't worry about it Cas. I live upstairs. Thanks guys." Charlie says. And with that she leaves the shop through the back.

"Holy shitfucks. That was intense. Samantha, care to shed some light onto why Charlie was in hysterics over whatever megadick said?" Gabriel says, unwrapping a lolly and hopping onto one of the tables. As always little brother, no subtleness.

Dean is the one to answer because Sam suddlenly looks so absorbed while he does the day's cash-up, a pained expression etched onto his face.

"Well you know how I told ya Charlie and I have been best friends for the past 7 years?"

I nod to signify that I do remember.

"Well, she came here to a foster family who were going to adopt her. Her mom died from cancer 3 years earlier and her dad was a no show since she could remember. So she was put into the system. As you can see, Charlie's a bit eccentric. So after three full years and what, five foster homes-"