pastrymisha: Castiel clanks back into the tent, and Sam immediately doubles over, laughing. “Jesus, Cas, you’re uh –“ He blinks, grinning, and looks at Charlie, who’s standing at the angel’s side. “You’re more into this than I thought you’d be.” Castiel, in full plate armour, a foam sword sheathed at his hip, shrugs – the movement makes anoise, a clank of metal on metal. “I’m at a tactical...
Charlie Reads Carver: Lazarus Rising
tiptoe39: Dean couldn’t move. But he could get to his pocket. He pulled out his lighter and illuminated the coffin. “You idiot,” Charlie said to the computer, “you’re eating up the oxygen.” She sniffled when Dean and Bobby hugged hello, dabbed her eyes when Sam and Dean reunited, and called “Crissy” being Ruby a good fifteen pages in advance of it actually happening. But Charlie was stumped...