Just Muse Me - A Promise to Keep
A problem shared is a problem halved
[ooc: A prompt response set in a new verse for Charlie, Life/Supernatural crossover. This history for it comes from this drabble.]
The Winchesters were more and yet somehow less than Charlie had expected.
Both watched him warily, standing close together but with enough space to act if he actually proved to be a threat. So far, they had accepted the scrap of paper with Castiel’s handwriting but his explanation had been greeted with skeptical raised eyebrows and a silent conversation as to who would lead the interrogation. They were partners, well used to working with each other. He knew that feeling, that ease even though he had walked away from the LAPD nearly a week ago with Reese skeptical of his “finding himself” story.
“So, Cas sent you,” Dean said, “To help us.”
He nodded, still leaning against the dresser where the boys had ordered him to stand. He understood the need to control the situation.
“How?” Sam asked, just as wary as his brother but more curious than him too.
“I died,” Charlie said brightly with an easy grin. “Three months ago. When I came back to life, I could see things. Into things too.”
Like the Winchesters. He could see into them right now. Dean Winchester, a huge presence but broken. Sam Winchester, just as grand as his brother but poisoned at the edges. Something had broken Dean and something had tainted Sam. He would have been skeptical that these men were supposed to save the world except he knew how cracked could do good. He had seen how fractured he was the moment he died and sat in that cell again.
“And Cas thinks you can help us because you see things?” Dean was still skeptical. “You wanna see next week’s lottery numbers?”
His smile never faltered as he turned his whole attention on Dean. It had been hard at first, when Castiel had first started visiting him to teach him how to live as a psychic. He got migraines and the things he had seen bothered him, lost souls, demons lurking around and other sorts of ugly monsters. Hard training with the angel had made it easier now to open his mind, reach into the powers he had and See things.
“You’re worried about Castiel. You haven’t seen him since he sent you to rescue your brother. You think he’s dead so you’re suspicious of the note. Suspicious of me.” Charlie paused and shifted, his head tilting slightly. “But, all that a good con man can tell you. But I can tell you where you had the best pie you’ve ever had. I can tell you which moment is your favorite with your dad, how you wish he was here right now to help because he could handle the world going to hell. You’re tired, you’re both tired.”
He swept his gaze over both brothers, his eyes losing focus the deeper he got into the chaotic noise of feelings, memories and futures around Dean and Sam Winchester. There was so much around them, destinies and choices, burdens and hopes. He had rarely seen so much.
He jerked his eyes away and bent over, putting his head between his knees as the headache shot through his skull.
“It’s going to get worse for you two, but I can see into vessels, demonic or angelic. I can see ghosts, poltergeists and anything you can’t. But first, I’m going to see my lunch if you don’t hand me a trashcan.”
Sam was the one to slide one to him, a sympathetic look on his face. He had headaches like this with the demon blood. Charlie took it, gave up his lunch and then straightened, looking at both Winchester as he wiped his mouth on the back of his sleeve.
“I’m going to give you my card because I’m staying somewhere else, but you decide you want my help I’ll answer.” He turned over one of his old LAPD cards, giving it to Dean who he knew he had to win over. Sam was already leaning towards asking for help.
“And yes, the Buick is mine. It’s got turbo, so I can beat you off the line,” he said, a quick wicked grin crossing his face before walking out. He didn’t know if he had managed to convince them, but he had tried which was all Castiel asked him to do. He looked up as he walked back to his car, wondering if the angel would be glad someone he trusted was looking after the Winchesters or if he hadn’t done enough at the end of the world.
[ooc: A prompt response set in a new verse for Charlie, Life/Supernatural crossover. This history for it comes from this drabble.]
The Winchesters were more and yet somehow less than Charlie had expected.
Both watched him warily, standing close together but with enough space to act if he actually proved to be a threat. So far, they had accepted the scrap of paper with Castiel’s handwriting but his explanation had been greeted with skeptical raised eyebrows and a silent conversation as to who would lead the interrogation. They were partners, well used to working with each other. He knew that feeling, that ease even though he had walked away from the LAPD nearly a week ago with Reese skeptical of his “finding himself” story.
“So, Cas sent you,” Dean said, “To help us.”
He nodded, still leaning against the dresser where the boys had ordered him to stand. He understood the need to control the situation.
“How?” Sam asked, just as wary as his brother but more curious than him too.
“I died,” Charlie said brightly with an easy grin. “Three months ago. When I came back to life, I could see things. Into things too.”
Like the Winchesters. He could see into them right now. Dean Winchester, a huge presence but broken. Sam Winchester, just as grand as his brother but poisoned at the edges. Something had broken Dean and something had tainted Sam. He would have been skeptical that these men were supposed to save the world except he knew how cracked could do good. He had seen how fractured he was the moment he died and sat in that cell again.
“And Cas thinks you can help us because you see things?” Dean was still skeptical. “You wanna see next week’s lottery numbers?”
His smile never faltered as he turned his whole attention on Dean. It had been hard at first, when Castiel had first started visiting him to teach him how to live as a psychic. He got migraines and the things he had seen bothered him, lost souls, demons lurking around and other sorts of ugly monsters. Hard training with the angel had made it easier now to open his mind, reach into the powers he had and See things.
“You’re worried about Castiel. You haven’t seen him since he sent you to rescue your brother. You think he’s dead so you’re suspicious of the note. Suspicious of me.” Charlie paused and shifted, his head tilting slightly. “But, all that a good con man can tell you. But I can tell you where you had the best pie you’ve ever had. I can tell you which moment is your favorite with your dad, how you wish he was here right now to help because he could handle the world going to hell. You’re tired, you’re both tired.”
He swept his gaze over both brothers, his eyes losing focus the deeper he got into the chaotic noise of feelings, memories and futures around Dean and Sam Winchester. There was so much around them, destinies and choices, burdens and hopes. He had rarely seen so much.
He jerked his eyes away and bent over, putting his head between his knees as the headache shot through his skull.
“It’s going to get worse for you two, but I can see into vessels, demonic or angelic. I can see ghosts, poltergeists and anything you can’t. But first, I’m going to see my lunch if you don’t hand me a trashcan.”
Sam was the one to slide one to him, a sympathetic look on his face. He had headaches like this with the demon blood. Charlie took it, gave up his lunch and then straightened, looking at both Winchester as he wiped his mouth on the back of his sleeve.
“I’m going to give you my card because I’m staying somewhere else, but you decide you want my help I’ll answer.” He turned over one of his old LAPD cards, giving it to Dean who he knew he had to win over. Sam was already leaning towards asking for help.
“And yes, the Buick is mine. It’s got turbo, so I can beat you off the line,” he said, a quick wicked grin crossing his face before walking out. He didn’t know if he had managed to convince them, but he had tried which was all Castiel asked him to do. He looked up as he walked back to his car, wondering if the angel would be glad someone he trusted was looking after the Winchesters or if he hadn’t done enough at the end of the world.