Charlie Bradbury (![]() ![]() @ 2013-11-05 21:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, charlie bradbury |
Who: Charlie
What: Getting away to not get away...
When: 11/05 - all day/night.
Where: Distrikt Hotel
Rating: G
Warning: Supernatural Season 9 spoilers (last week & this week).
Status: Complete, narrative.
One thing that could always be said about Charlie, though her bravery maybe didn’t meet up to it, her curiosity seemed insatiable. It had been two weeks since she’d found Dean practically out of it in his bedroom and in need of serious comfort and friendly-sister-type shoulder leaning, with ice cream, and she wasn’t really sure how to bridge the gap in their conversation about the fact that their futures were being played out for them every week. She didn’t need to talk about it, the honest truth was that when she realized the books on Dean and Sam’s lives were real…well…why couldn’t there be a book about her somewhere too? Maybe everyone had a book and a show about them somewhere. It obviously wasn’t impossible. Hell, there were two other versions of her in this world alone…one of them being the actress who happened to portray her on Supernatural…which was still a weird kick in the ass when she thought about it. So she didn’t, not when she could stop herself anyway. That didn’t mean that she wasn’t going to watch the show. She couldn’t stop herself even when she tried to talk herself out of it. Last week was a slap in the face, one she’d been expecting, but not as soon. Thankfully she’d gotten a motel then too…now it was becoming a weird sort of tradition. Give Jo and Dean at least two days a week to themselves while she went to hang out by herself in a hotel for a night of wacked emotions and a day of recovery. Tonight her phone was set on ‘do not disturb’ along with an alarm to wake her up exactly two minutes before the show would begin. She’d made herself comfortable in the standard queen room; centered on the bed with extra pillows and blankets wrapped around her so she could nest comfortably in the softness. Room service had come and gone, leaving behind them an extra meal (a large Caesar salad to wash down the grease of the earlier pizza). The television had been turned to some weird station that simply had a loop of a fireplace playing—luckily it was long enough that the sizzling and cracking of the burning wood didn’t annoy her and instead helped with the serene atmosphere she’d created. While waiting for the show to come on Charlie pulled out her new copy of The Wonderful Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum. It was true; last week’s episode spurred the need to re-read the American classic and once upon a time favored childhood story. It wasn’t The Hobbit (or There and Back Again), but what nothing really was. Still, as soon as she began to read the book all her childhood memories flooded to the surface and she couldn’t help but smile at certain parts wondering just how much fun (or how hurt)she was having (could be) out there in Oz with Dorothy right now. Man…Dorothy was hot…who’d have thought? Thinking about Dorothy, and possibly letting her mind wander off farther than it maybe should have, always brought Charlie back to this world though. It made her remember that she’d died…and that her heaven was going to be a Christmas morning…was that a “for eternity” sort of thing? It seemed like a good idea, to relive Christmas morning with her parents over and over again…but was that really all Heaven was? She hadn’t been so curious about heaven during the episode though…no…instead she broke down and was thankful for the solitude of her motel room. There were still nightmares where Dean’s tearing eyes shined brightly and her name cracked on his voice…nightmares where Sam’s eyes began to glow… She shook her head and tried to rid herself of the thoughts as she took a deep breath and set the book out against her chest as she laid in bed as if the intake of air and readjustment of the book would somehow bring her back to this exact moment and stop allowing her mind to drift to anything that wasn’t the world of Oz being held in her hands. When her alarm went off, nearly two hours later, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz was open to chapter nineteen (Attacked by the Fighting Trees) and tented over her face. The scent of new book suddenly took over her senses while darkness encased her vision only to shock her into sitting up. New book, old book, whatever type of book—in the dark now books just reminded her of the batcave and the rows of books and parchments about monsters and things she hadn’t, and maybe wouldn’t have, had time to read through. She batted at the book while sitting up; feeling only a tad foolish as she reached out to grab the book in her hands and gently close it with a timid laugh. Her eyes went around the room as if expecting to find someone there to laugh at her…but there was no one. Thank God for the small miracles. The television was already on and even with her alarm she’d somehow managed to miss the first couple of minutes—or rather, she missed how someone died. It was strange…nine seasons and each episode opened the same way. Death. It was another bottle episode—and of course there was no mention of her, how could there be? Kevin came up a couple of times though, she really hoped there would be a day she was going to be able to meet the little Prophet. There was this weird feeling she got when she thought of him…like so many other people she’d learned about through the books or the show, she really truly wanted to be his friend…and out of everyone (except the brothers themselves) she felt Kevin would probably be the only person she could truly connect with. Maybe. Geeks unite and all that. The episode continued, the commercials seemed longer than the actual episode segments, but there was enough laughter in this episode to keep Charlie invested (not that she wouldn’t be…this was, after all, sort of her future). By the end of the episode she was both happy to have a salad waiting in the tiny fridge for her and actually in a pretty good mood. No new deaths to worry about, though Sam seemed to be closer to learning about Z, which made Charlie worry about Dean…but well…she wasn’t going to be there for that blowup. When the hell was she coming back? In a slightly annoyed movement she threw the blankets off of her and shifted to let her legs dangle over the side of the bed. Bare toes skimming the cold wooden floor while her hands moved to curl into the edge of the bed to help support her; goosebumps began to line her pale legs and arms from the rush of cool air—it had been so much warmer in her nest. She stared down at her knees and was suddenly lost in the absolutely blankness of her mind. Her mind was never still. She was always thinking about something even if it was nothing…but this nothing came with blank canvas and a blinding white that started to eat at the edges of her sight. Tears brimmed her eyes without her realizing it—she wasn’t a crier, but the sudden liquid warmth trailing her cheeks caused her to blink back into reality just as spoilers for next week’s episode flashed. The information didn’t really register until it seemed someone else was going to die—she didn’t want to die. It was an inevitability at this point, she wanted to say she was ready for it…but she wasn’t. Oh, blue slushie, the thought was so random as Cas came into view and the blue mixture was pouring out around him…Silly angel, blue slush is for humans, Charlie thought with a slight mimic of a Trix commercial in her head. “Hey, at least you get your quest and adventure kiddo. At least you get that.” Charlie gave herself the one-line-pep-talk while pushing herself up off of the bed and headed towards the closet where she’d hung up her clothing. “I hope there’s a gas station close by…kind of want a blue slushie and chips now,” she spoke to herself while dressing—sometimes sweets and junk food were just necessary after certain events. At least she wasn’t constantly reaching for the tequila…yet. |