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Post by CHARLIE BRADBURY on Dec 11, 2012 8:36:14 GMT -8
[/img][/center] After the whole incident with the Leviathans, Charlie was just completely done with the whole supernatural thing. Yeah, it was pretty cool at first and hey, she did kind of help save the world and all that, but there was this little thing called life that she was pretty fond of and she didn’t want it to end any time soon. Her new life found her in a place called Mystic Falls, where she was blissfully unaware of the extreme level of supernatural activity that the town held within it. She was currently a computer repair technician at a little mom and pop computer repair establishment. The pay was decent and helped fuel her obsession with her many fandoms and things were just nice. No supernatural things that she could see and life was just back to normal. It was a Saturday afternoon and her day off, so she was obviously in front of her computer, playing a little League of Legends. There was a Mountain Dew on her right and a bag of Chex Mix on her right. This was the life! Just as she was about to deliver the killing blow to one of the bosses she and her team were fighting, there was a knock at the door. She jumped and in her surprise, was not able to deliver the killing attack and her character died instead. Her jaw dropped and she huffed out an exasperated sigh before going to check who it was. Standing on her tip toes, she peeked through the peephole only to see none other than Dean Winchester. Charlie rested her head against the door, having every intention to just not answer...but her conscious was a little too strong. She flung open the door and leaned against the door frame. " So...what part of 'never contact me again' did you not get?" she asked with a tilt of her head.[/blockquote] |
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Post by DEAN WINCHESTER on Jan 11, 2013 22:31:47 GMT -8
One of the first impressions most people happened to obtain upon meeting Dean Winchester was that he was an arrogant prick. Although this could definitely be true in part, he'd never readily admit it. It wasn't even that he was arrogant, really. Okay, maybe he was a little bit but what harm ever came from being confident in one's abilities? Besides, it didn't exactly help that he was so used to doing things on his own if he wasn't with Sam - or their dad before John had died - that the idea of asking for help from someone was almost as hard to swallow as a double shot of whiskey in one go. Still, there came a point in everyone's life when they had to just swallow their pride and, for Dean Winchester, today seemed to be that day. Even though Sammy had seemingly become something of a computer nerd over the last few years, he wasn't about to take any chances of having his kid brother sent to a federal prison for the next twenty years just because he needed a file that happened to only be accessible through the FBI database.
I may be a lot of things, he thought to himself as he sat in the hotel room he and Sam had rented upon arriving in Mystic Falls and scrolled through what had to be the millionth 'finding people' database that day in search of one particular name, but no one can call me a horrible brother. I've saved his ass countless times. Of course, he's done the same for me but there's no way in the world I'll ever admit that to him. Pulled from his thoughts as the scroll of the computer screen revealed another address under the name listings for 'Charlie Bradbury', Dean felt his heart skip a beat at the city of residence listed at the end. Mystic Falls. "It can't be," he muttered to himself, unable to think that fortune might actually be shining down on him for once as things were never that easy when it came to Winchester line of work. Still, he was running out of options and the fact that this was the only possible address in the entire state of Virginia made looking into it just in case he'd actually found her far too irresistible for him to pass up.
Full of what he could only recognize as a renewed hope of some kind, Dean shut the laptop a bit harder than he usually would have as he jumped up out of the chair and grabbed his usual outerwear - an old leather jacket that he'd inherited some years ago from their dad with the keys to the Impala safely tucked away in the pocket which he'd sown into the lining of it."Sammy?" he called towards the bathroom as he made his way to the door, "I'm going out for a bit. Shouldn't be gone for more than an hour so don't burn down the place while I'm gone, okay?" Not bothering to wait for a response, he let himself out and hurried over to the Impala before ducking inside and starting his baby up. Having memorized the address without any real issue, something he'd picked up from years of having to do so, Dean pulled out of the parking lot and headed across town to one of the lower income areas and drove around the block twice before he picked out the correct address plastered on one of the buildings. Shutting off the ignition, he took a single deep breath before climbing out of his car.
It wasn't that he was exactly scared of the fiery redhead that had helped them take down the Leviathans all those months ago. No, Dean Winchester was afraid of nothing and no one. It was more that she unnerved him for some reason - possibly because she rivaled even him where nerds were concerned; something he'd never really had a chance to experience thanks to the constant moving around they'd done when he and Sammy were younger with the hunting lifestyle and all. Still, he wasn't about to let a girl make him feel undermined by any means and so he composed himself back into the confident asshole he usually was before walking up and knocking on the door like he meant business. The time it took for someone to answer made him wonder for a second if anyone was home but one look at her made him bust out in that cocky smile he reserved only for those he actually knew. "Oh just shut up and let me in, would you?" he shot back with a mixture of amusement and solemnity in his voice. "I have a proposal for you - a challenge, even. Think you're up for it?"
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Post by CHARLIE BRADBURY on Jan 15, 2013 17:30:18 GMT -8
Needless to say, Charlie wasn’t particularly pleased to see Dean. She’d had some run-ins with quite a few supernatural creatures since she left the Winchesters – she wasn’t quite sure if they had something to do with all of them or if it was just stupid dumb luck. Charlie narrowed her eyes and stared at Dean when he stated that she should just let him in. She really, really did not want to get mixed up in the whole supernatural business again…even though it seemed like the things were following her…even in another location. Charlie was mentally kicking herself for putting off changing her identity with the new location. Stupid procrastination.
And that was when Dean said that magic word: challenge. A challenge was something that Charlie could rarely pass up. She tilted her head to the side and she analyzed the hunter in front of her. “Alright…alright,” she said, finally giving into her curiosity. “You can come in but I’m not promising anything,” she said, poking him hard in the chest before opening the door a bit further and turning to head back into the apartment. She briefly glanced back to check if Dean had closed the door behind him before continuing over to her kitchenette.
“So what’s this big challenge?” she asked, glancing at him again before opening her refrigerator and grabbing a Mountain Dew. She moved back into the sitting area and plopped down on the couch as she opened her soda. Her curiosity had most definitely overpowered her fear in this particular moment.
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