Dean p.o.v
"Well look at what we have here. Squirral, Moose with little Cas...and a midgit" Crowly says smugly whilst sitting at one of the tables of Bake 'n Byte. Taking a sip from his drink, little finger in the air. Fucking pompous idjit. Deserves to have the Brit punched out of him.
"Bite me Crowley." I say, my voice laced with venom.
"Tsk-Tsk Squirral. Always so touchy." Crowley says, setting down his cup. I turn to look at Charlie who is standing behind the counter. She looks like shit, barely holding back tears but her eyes are already puffy and glossy.
"Charlie?" Cas asks, his voice soft and full of concern. I can feel the colour drain from my face. "WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE TO HER NOW AGAIN YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT!" I yell. The other people in the store get up to leave, I've scared them but I don't give a crap. My only focus is Charlie and the son-of-a-bitch that hurt her AGAIN.
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 Charile, "Lore says red-heads have no souls, turns out they have hearts. Fragile ones at that."
With that, Crowley walks out of the cafe'. I'm about to swing a punch at him but Sammy and Cas both grab my shoulders. Either out of warning or support, I don't know which. Dead silence follows him and I rush to Charlie, engulfing her in a bear hug. Rubbing soothing circles on her back I can feel her entire body wrack from sobs. I move to sit down on the floor, tugging Charlie onto my lap so I can still hold her.
Cas moves to come and kneel infront of us, obvious concern and discomfort on his face." Charlie. if you don't try to calm down you could pass out due to elevated carbon dioxide release." My angel, always so logical.
When Charlie doesn't respond, Cas stands stiffly and turns towards Sammy 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 stopped crying. I let her clamber off of my lap, because I was her chair, still rubbing her back up and down. Trying to get her to calm down.
"Go ahead Charlie. We'll cash up and close up shop." Sammy says, relief on his face.
"Do you need one of us to drive you?" Cas asks.
"Don't worry about it Cas. I live upstairs. Thanks guys." Charlie says. And with that she leaves the shop through the back which has a door leading to the stairway to her flat upstairs.
"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.
I know Sam won't respond. He hates to pry or speak about other people's past.
"Well you know how I told ya Charlie and I have been best friends for the past 7 years?" I begin...my eyes wonder over to Cas. He nods as a sign that he remembers.
"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-"
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Our Little Condition
أدب الهواة"Damnit" growled Dean as he wiped sweat from his brow. He never thought having to restrain himself from Cas would be this hard...
