Charlie Hanson (iaintready) wrote in papillonlogs, @ 2010-12-29 21:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | charlie (1), sam winchester (2) |
WHO: Sam Winchester (2) and Charlie (1)
WHAT: Awkward roof-sitting emotiems. Dean was mean to Sam. Charlie's worried.
WHEN: Right after this.
WHERE: The roof of the apartment building.
RATING: TBD
STATUS: In Progress
They'd never met face to face, had only ever chatted over their PDAs, and yet Charlie couldn't help but feel a bit protective of one of the men known as Sam Winchester. She wasn't sure why that was, other than the fact that he clearly wasn't in his right mind most of the time, but she definitely was protective and definitely didn't like anyone - especially some version of his own brother - being a jerk to him for no good reason. However Charlie knew that sticking her nose into their argument wouldn't do any good and would probably only make her angry so she decided to take a different approach and simply contacted Sam.
Thus far she'd done her best to try and respect the fact that meeting her might be a little odd for him, considering she apparently looked like someone he was close with back home. Or had been close with at some point. Something like that. Honestly, Charlie hadn't ever asked for the entire story and probably never would. It wasn't any of her business and, if he wanted her to know, he'd bring it up himself. But the point was, after seeing how Dean had treated him, Charlie had decided to forgo her intention of only speaking over the PDA and had asked if he wanted to meet.
She knew she probably wouldn't be able to offer any real comfort. She also knew that it might somehow make the situation worse. But Charlie figured she at least had to try and, to her surprise, Sam had agreed. So after making sure Michael could keep an eye on Bobby for a little while, because there was no way in any reality that she was going to haul her six-month-old up to a roof to have a conversation with a man who wasn't exactly firing on all cylinders, she had made her way to their rendezvous. Less than five minutes later she was stepping onto the rooftop, the cold wind instantly lifting her long, curly locks and fluttering them around her face.
Spotting Sam was easy enough but she didn't rush straight to him. She didn't want to spook him and, well, even she would probably be pretty spooked if someone bum-rushed her on a rooftop. So she merely paused a few feet away, making sure to speak loud enough to be heard over the wind as she finally said lightly, in her Midwestern drawl, "Last chance to change your mind. Once I sit down, I'm taking full advantage of my son's sitter for as long as I possibly can."