Meg/Charlie Drabbles

Ever since she could remember, Charlie Bradbury wanted to save the princess.

When she was five years old and played with the Ross, the boy from across the street, she never wanted to be the damsel in distress. She wanted to be the knight in shining amour, the cowboy with the cool guns, the cool police officer who would safe the day. Mind you, she never wanted to be a boy. She wanted to be the coolest girl alive, and she wanted her very own princess to kiss awake.

Because if Charlie knew one thing, it was that she liked princesses. At first there was Laurel, the cute blonde who sometimes shared her sweets with her on the playground. When she came into first grade, Charlie met Nora. Nora was just as sweet, a bit of a klutz, and somehow always forgot to bring her pencils. When Charlie started Middleschool she sat next to Natalie, with the coffe skin and the large expressive eyes. They never actually talked about anything else other than school though. Starting Highschool, Charlie admired Lydia, one of the cheerleaders. She kissed Rachel, and even had a brief makeout with Andrea at a party. Since then she had dated a few girls, but really, there was bever a princess among them.

But patience is a virtue and good things come to those who wait. They simply must. And so they did for Charlie, who had almost forgotten her wish. Her princess wasn't sweet or helpless. In fact she was kind of a badass and Charlie could appreciate that.

She had just shown up at the door of her dormroom, asking if she had seen her puppy. Charlie had looked at her funny, remembering that it was very much ilegal to keep pets in the college dormrooms.
The girl had been chewing gum, looking at Charlie with a smirk in her eyes and had handed her a photo of the puppy, along with her phonenumber.

"His name is Bambi," she had explained with a grin, and then she was gone.

Bambi, turned out to be a full grown Rottweiler. Charlie wanted to know how the hell she kept that beast hidden, but it turned out that the princess was living in another castle altogether, just visiting because the dog was lost on campus grounds.

When Charlie had no luck looking for the dog, she chose to hack into the computer system of the local animal shelter, and jack pot! She found the dog.

When she called the princess she found out that her name was Meg. When Charlie offered Meg to accompany her to the shelter, just for closure on the case od the lost dog of course, she found out that Meg had recently dumped her sort-off boyfriend so that he could run off with some mechanic and his car. And when Meg had taken her to dinner to show her gratitude (the local diner of course, because Meg didn't do fancy restaurants, she wasn't that kind of princess), Charlie found out that Meg's lipstick faintly tasted of cherries.

Ever since she could remember, Charlie Bradbury wanted to save the princess. This friday night she would have to make do with petting an oversized dog and Meg's homemade salsa.

Wie niedlich...

"Let's go some place more quiet..."

This is not a good idea. Charlie grabs the hilt of the knife tighter, as if that would somehow give her more security. Her steps are careful, not wanting to make any noises. Or trip. Or step on something dangerous.
"Why could't we have gone out the way I came in?" she asks, trying not to sound like a mouse.
Come on, H wouldn't be scared by a couple of demons... Or the king of hell...
"Guys?"

She looks up from the ground, staring at the backs of Sam and Dean Winchester. She huffs. Really, they could be a little more thankful, after all she had just busted them out of freaking demon prison.
At last Sam turns around, ushering her through a door.
"This way is quicker. And we still have to get the knife back."

Ah, that one. Charlie had heared of the infamous demon killing knife. Well, that was a good reason, really. She would like to have some protection on her, especially if it is their very own little deus ex machina. Although she actually would prefer Dean's demon smiting angel right now.

"Please remember to bring your Castiel next time, I would feel much safer..."
"Sonofabitch."

Charlie stops, her eyes looking frantically around her. What is it? Demons? Hellhonds? Fucking Crowley come back? But all she sees is a rusty rack in the middle of the room. Charlie swallows. There is a bloody and naked figure strapped down to that rack, the leather bounds barely covering her intimate parts. She is awake, looking at them with dark eyes, making muffled noises under her gag.

Charlie stares at her in horror. What the hell had that demon done to that poor thing?! Charlie rushes forward, but Dean holds her back.
"Don't worry, she's one of them. Crowley's favourite chew toy," he gestures towards the demon trap on the floor.

The woman rolls her eyes, glaring darkly at the Winchesters. Sam is looking around the room, rummaging around in the various torture instruments, finally pulling out a knife with victorious glee.

"We should just gank her while we're at it, but we got no time for funsies..." Dean throws a glare at the tied down woman. "Enjoy your playtime, bitch."
If the demon could do it, she probably would spit right into Dean's face. Charlie looks at him.

"Wha... we can't just leave her here!"
"Oh, this exactly what we're doing! That demon bitch killed Ellen and Jo! She is going to wait here until Crowley comes back and discovers that we're not there anymore. He will probably want to play some then."

Charlie clutches her knife tight. This isn't right, she cannot leave her here, tied down like a package, just waiting to be ripped into shreds.

"Well, are you coming?" Dean bellows at her. But Charlie takes a step back, nearing the rack.

Dean's face harden's with something other than anger. He seems gererally concerned.
"Look, you really don't wanna do this. She will stab you in the back the first chance she gets."

Charlie doesn't listen. She looks down at the girl, no woman, on the rack, all bloody and broken. She doesn't want to imagine what that bastard has done to her.
With a slash of the knife she frees the demon's right arm, then the left. She pulls off the dirty leather gag and works on getting her off the thing altogether.

Sam and Dean exchange a worried glance.

"Well thank you, Lancelot. Nice to see that you've got more balls than those two princesses over there," the sarcasm in her voice can't cover up for the slight cracking. She really must be in pain.

"You cut her loose, now lets go!"

Charlie looks at the demon who is slowly sitting up, rubbing her sore wrists. She tries not to stare at her naked body. Damn it, even Princess Leia would look boring next to her, golden bikini or not. Thankfully for Charlie, wearing plaid is kind of infectuous when around the Winchesters so she can actually strip out of her loose shirt, not giving a gamn to be running around in her favourite Tardis bra.

The demon stares at the shirt Charlie has offered her. After a general moment of nobody talking or even looking at each other, she takes it and puts it on. At least now all her vital parts are covered. Charlie steps onto the edge of the demon trap again, shoving at it with her foot.

"Come on, we gotta go!"

She takes the demon by the hand, pulling her out of the trap and striding past the Winchesters, who chose not to comment on that.

"Looks like I got my very own knight in shining armour now, boys," the demon smiles as all four of them flee the scene.

Charlie tries to ignore Dean's huffing and Sam's disapproving stare. As soon as they're outr of Crowleys hideout, they make a run for the Impala.

"Oh no, she is not getting into my baby!"

Dean's protest fall flat as Charlie pushes the woman into the car's back and climbs in behind her, pulling the door shut.

Dean sighs. This is going to be a long drive.

Das ist gut... richtig gut.