May 20th 2013 03:59
While searching for Kevin, again, Charlie joins up with Sam and Dean as they track down a creature that's been liquefying it's victims. Plus, a new side of Charlie is revealed.
Dean: Man, I'm telling you, give me five minutes with some clippers, and...
Sam: Oh, shut up.
Dean: That's why we don't have nice things, Sam.
Dean: What, are you saying we can make and receive phone calls from here and nobody can track us? Man I love this place.
Sam: What're you doing in Kansas?
Charlie: Uh... a comic convention. In Topeka.
Sam: In the middle of the week?
Charlie: Girl's gotta get her collectibles. So, are you gonna invite me into your dungeon, or do I gotta answer your "questions three" first?
Sam: Allow us— let us introduce you to the Men of Letters.
Charlie: Holy awesome. Too bad they got wiped out, though that is what they get for the sexist name.
Sam: Well, anyway, that's our skinny. How about you?
Charlie: Um, made a deal with the yesteryear weirdos, we're gonna team up to stomp the shadow orcs. You guys are still coming to the mid-year jubilee, right?
Dean: Wouldn't miss it.
Sam: Wait a second. When did you become such an expert?
Charlie: Well, after you guys left, I dug into all things monsters. I'm a wee bit obsessive. If "wee bit" means completely. I also found this series of books, by a Carver Edlund? Did those books really happen?... Wow. That is some meta madness. (to Dean) Thanks for saving the world and stuff. (To Sam) Sorry you have zero luck with the ladies.
Sam: Wha— (to Dean) We need to find every single copy of those books and burn them.
Charlie: They're online now, so good luck with that.
Dean: Alright, if you're gonna do a ride-along, then, uh... you gotta lose the novelty t-shirts.
Charlie: Son of a pantsuit.
Dean: Yeah, and our prophet's in the wind.
Charlie: What about, uh, Castiel? He seems helpful, and dreamy.
Charlie: If it's any consolation, having read your history, there is pretty much nothing the Winchesters can't do if they work together.
Dean: Charlie, why don't you go talk to the witnesses.
Charlie: But I don't wanna miss the broman—
Dean: I know you wanna help, I do, but—
Sam: Dean, you cannot take care of the both of us. I need to be out here. Play through the pain, right?
Dean: Come on man, don't quote me to me.
Charlie: You guys fight like an old married couple.
Charlie: Is he leaving? He's leaving!
Sam: That's alright. I stole your car, I think I know where he's going. Come on.
Charlie: Cool. Wait, you stole my car?
Sam: What took you so long?
Dean: I stopped for gas. Shut up.
Jennifer: All you need are three jackets, three pairs of pants, and you're all set.
Charlie: So simple, so smart. You should have a blog.
Jennifer: Okay, I'll get right on that.
Charlie: No, they consume their prey.
Sam: Well, maybe the vics were Leviathan.
Charlie: No black goo on either scene in the coroner reports.
Sam: Dragons, they uh—
Charlie: No signs of burns on the vics. (crosses them off her virtual list)
Sam: I hate that thing. (beat) I want one.
Dean: Wait a second. Djinn.
Charlie: Djinn vics don't get liquefied.
Dean: No no no, not regular Djinn. According to this, there's a bastard offshoot. Uh, their eyes light up blue, they pass as humans, all that regular jazz, except these leave their victims with jelly-like insides, and supposedly, when they poison their victims, they leave behind a blue handprint. (slams his hand on journal)
Charlie: I hate that thing. (beat) And I want one.
Charlie: My manly man-friend's gonna come get you, you creepy power-suit lady.
Charlie: Come with me if you wanna live. (beat) I've always wanted to say that. What're you doing in my dream?
Dean: Alright, let's do this. [he drinks the contents of the jar] Ugh. Okay. Alright, I'm gonna need to go sleep fast, so, punch me…Look, man, I know you don't want to, okay—(Sam punches him) Well, you're a little off your game there, cause I was— that was pretty—(Sam punches him again, he’s out cold)
Charlie: Is this my nightmare or yours?
Charlie: So... thanks for saving our bacon.
Sam: Any time, your Highness.
Charlie: You know you're gonna be okay, right? Those books portray you as like, one tough customer. If anyone can get through the trials, Sam, it's you.
Sam: Thanks. You know, you really should come back and dig through our archives. You are definitely a Woman of Letters.
Charlie: I like the sound of that.
(Sam hugs her and goes back inside the bunker)
Dean: Well, thanks for stopping by, Charlie. Always wanted to get Tron'ed. What's next for you?
Charlie: Gonna go by the hospital. (beat) Gotta let go, right? (Dean nods) What about you, you're gonna let it go?
Charlie: That's my boys. (beat) I love you.
Dean: I know.
Sam: Okay, look, you were right, I-I should've laid low, I— I know, I should've hung back, but I'm glad I was able to—
(Dean pulls him into a hug. Surprised, Sam hugs him back)
Dean: What d'you say we find our prophet?