oneshot ships

"She's like the little sister I never wanted"

this is purely based on the friendship between the two, i kinda wanted to add the quote into this but didn't know where i'd put it, hope you all like this fic

Charlie is used to being alone. she hasnt had a family for years and yes, she can even handle being sick alone, thank you very much, too bad the winchesters disagree

"There's always someone who cares. Someone whose life would simply stop. You just don't know it yet, or you haven't found them yet."

―Fuyumi Soryo

Charlie Bradbury is used to being alone.

She's used to sitting in her empty apartment, cooking for one. She's adjusted to sitting on her well-worn leather couch, spilling Skittles all over the floor while watching her favourite comedy show, alone. Ever since she lost her family and became just a ghost in the system, Charlie assumed that she would be forever on her own.

And you know what? She's been content with that for years. Being alone has its perks—she decides where to go, what movies to see, what to eat each night. She has total control over her life. There's no one here to disagree with her or try to change her lifestyle.

But ever since she left Dick Roman's employ—really, ever since the Winchesters came barreling into her life—she's found that this life of freedom isn't exactly all that it's cracked up to be.

In fact, if she really admits it to herself, she's actually pretty lonely.

Her life has become a routine: get up, make breakfast, go to work, code software, go home, eat dinner, watch TV and then sleep. On the weekends, the routine changes with her LARP-ing and while she enjoys the connections she makes with her subjects, she can't help but keep them at a distance. She's living a lie after all. Charlie Bradbury—or really whatever name she's using this time—doesn't exist.

She is nothing in society—a no one. If she disappeared tomorrow, no one would notice. No one would care. She is a girl without any tie in the world, drifting endlessly in the wind. Before meeting the Winchesters, it had never bothered her before.

Now though . . . now she's starting to get depressed over it.

And when she wakes up on Sunday morning, her nose stuffed up and her eyes red and watery, she lets her head fall back against the pillow.

Because, leave it to her to get a cold on top of everything.

Charlie has been sick on her own before.

She's handled everything from high fevers, to the flu, to a hospital grade case of pneumonia by herself. She's never felt comfortable with being vulnerable with others and her trust issues prevent her from seeking help on her own.

"A warrior," Her father would tell her with a smile, rubbing her hair, "My little warrior."

Even now, years later, she finds that sentiment still rings true.

Of course, she won't let a simple cold bring her down.

Slowly, she blinks, trying to get the room around her to stop spinning before she pushes off the blankets and tries to get up. Her legs feel like jelly, but she manages to get upright and walk to her kitchen. Reaching for a box of cereal, she shakily pours out a bowl and practically collapses onto the barstool and begins to eat. She's got a mountain of files to get through at work and then her boss desperately needs her to code a few things. So, she just needs to push this illness aside and get back to her routine.

She can do that.

The numbers all swirl around on the computer screen.

Charlie takes a deep breath, trying to steady her rapidly beating heart. She has a million pieces of code to get through, not to mention updating this company's website and then processing a bunch of other stuff. She's got too much work, not enough time and this cold is really starting to get to her.