Come What May

Summary: Charlee set off to start a new life, then she met the Winchester brothers. Not exactly what she expected. Will she be happy with this new path she has chosen? Will her past come back to haunt her? Will she be able to comfort Sam in his time of lost? Starts about 2 months before the end of season 3.



WARNING: Strong sexual content.(future chapters)





After washing her hair and body about 4 times, to rid herself of the roadside grime, Charlee got out and started drying off when she heard Sam’s voice, “Charlee?”



“Just got out of the shower.” She yelled as she wrapped her hair up in a towel.



“Ok”, he replied sitting on the edge of the bed.



She attempted to cover herself with the hotel towels, but they were too small for her D cups and size 10 body. The towels looked like they were made for a size 4. She stuck her head out of the bathroom door, “ Sam, you can either bring me my bag or you get to see me naked. Sam groaned, then Dean’s voice rang out as he came into Charlee’s room with a silly grin on his face.



“I heard the words Sam and naked in the same sentence.”



“Clothes please!” She yelled.



Sam stood up from the bed, “I’ll just wait in the other room. Knock when you are dressed.” Sam grabbed Dean’s arm and pulled him back into their room.



Charlee laughed at the scene that unfolded in front of her and once the door was closed she went to her bag and pulled out a pair of Sponge Bob pajama pants and a white tank top. Since she knew she would be going to bed soon, she didn’t bother putting on a bra.



Dean grinned like a fool as he laid back on the bed. Sam leaned against the door and glared at Dean.



“What?” Dean asked responding to Sam’s glare.



Sam took a deep breath, “Leave her alone, Dean.”



“You like her, Sammy?” He asked with a grin.



Sam didn’t reply, just continued glaring at his brother until he heard Charlee’s knock. Dean smiled as Sam turned and opened the door.



She still had her hair up in a towel. Sam smiled at her, “Um, Charlee, can I talk to you about some stuff?”



“Sure, but I thought you told me to get some sleep.” Charlee said smiling.



“Maybe it can wait.” Sam turned away heading for the other room.



“We can talk for a bit if you want.” Charlee grabbed his arm before got to far.



“Ok” Sam walked the rest of the way into the room, shutting and locking the adjoining door, on Charlee’s side, behind him. He sat on the edge of the bed and Charlee sat down beside him. She noticed , by the look on his face, that something was bothering him. “I’ve been thinking about something.” Charlee nodded for him to continue, “You just walked out on your husband, no plan and very little money. What are you going to do?”



Charlee shook her head, “I don’t know. I really don’t know. But, to be honest, I don’t miss Danny at all.”



“How long were you married?”



“5 years.”



“No kids?”



“Nope, guess God never intended for us to have any.” Charlee sighed. She always wanted kids, but never got any of her own, only a niece and a nephew from her little brother.



Sam just nodded, “So, um, what are you do, just keep driving? Living in your truck?”



Charlee shrugged, “Like I said, I have no idea. I didn’t really think this through before I left.”



They sat in an awkward silence for a few moments. Sam seemed to be deep in thought. Charlee watched him, wondering where exactly this conversation was going.



“Are you open minded?” Sam broke the silence.



“To what?” Charlee asked with a slight smile. She was very open minded to anything. She loved hearing what other people’s opinions were on different topics and offering up her own. Nothing really could shock her. She has seen and done some things other people may not completely agree with.



“Anything, everything,” Sam said seeming a bit uneasy.



“Sure, why?” Charlee didn’t want to make this any harder on him than it already seemed to be.



“I wasn’t completely honest with you earlier and it’s killing me.”



“I know, I could tell you were lying.” Charlee told him with a small smile.



“Really?”, Sam asked wanting to know how she could pick up on his lie.



“Yeah, you hesitated with your answer and you were blinking a bit more than usual when you spoke.”



“Wow, that’s good.” He gave her an impressed smirk.



“Danny was a PI. I learned a few tricks.” Charlee explained, Sam seemed genuinely impressed.



“So, what did you need to tell me?” She asked, switching back to the subject of the conversation.



“Well, Dean and I, we…” Sam started, but Charlee’s eyes went wide.



“I thought you were brothers?” She normally could spot a gay guy in a crowd of people from 1000 feet away.



“Oh we are.. Oh God no.. I didn’t mean.” Sam turned red and the dimples popped out.



“I’m sorry.” Charlee suddenly felt embarrassed herself for jumping to that conclusion.



“It’s ok, no harm done,” he laughed slightly, knowing that it wasn’t the first time and probably not the last time someone would mistake him and his brother for a gay couple. Although, he really hated when it happened.



Charlee nodded, feeling a bit relieved of her idiot status.



“Charlee..”, he looked her in the eyes, “There are things out there that aren’t good, evil things, demons, vampires, werewolves…”



Charlee looked at him, “Really?” She believed him. She didn’t see one sign of a lie in his eyes or on his face.



“Yeah, and Dean and I hunt them, kill them if we can.” His eyes were wide, unblinking and just screamed the truth at her.



“Wow.” She was completely stunned at the information that just hit her brain, but non-the-less, she knew he was telling her the truth, ”Sounds dangerous?”



“It is at times, he chuckled a bit, “Actually, all the time.”



“So what were you hunting in Shreveport?”



“Vampires”



“Oh wow!”



“You don’t seemed freaked out in the least bit by this.”



Charlee shook her head no. Sam looked at her completely surprised by her reaction.



“I’ve always believed there were ungodly things in the world. Just never seen them with my own eyes.”



“I have, its not pretty.”



“Why did you want to tell me this?” Charlee asked feeling there was more to what he wanted to tell her.



He looked down at his feet, “You being alone out there actually scares the hell out of me.”



Charlee’s jaw dropped, “We just met, Sam, and you are saying you care about me?” He didn’t look up, but nodded.



“You are a sweet, Sam.” She told him with a smile, although he didn’t see or respond to the compliment. “Are you ok?” He nodded again.



“You remind me of my ex-girlfriend. Only she was blonde and a little taller than you. But everything else is almost her exactly; your face.” He looked up at Charlee and brought his hand up to her cheek. “You have her face.” His eyes began to tear up, but no tears fell. He slowly moved his hand away from her face.



“What happened?” Charlee had a feeling it was something quite traumatic considering his emotions.



“She died a little over 3 years ago.” He wanted to cry, Charlee could see it. “When I saw you laying there in the grass, I didn’t know what to do at first. When I realized you were alive, I felt like I had a chance to start over again. I never told her about my life, so I wanted to tell you, like I was making it right.”



Charlee was on the verge of crying herself. Her soft hearted, kind nature wanted to comfort him. “Do you think she would have believed you?”



“I don’t know.”



“I believe you, Sam.” She smiled and placed her hand over his on the bed. “What was her name?”



“Jessica.” His eyes were so full of emotion Charlee knew then that he loved Jessica very much. She wanted to hug him, but was a little unsure what his reaction would be. So, she moved closer to him and wrapped her arm around him as much as she could. He was very muscular and her little 5’3” self was tiny next to him.



He accepted the hug and his lips touched her neck. Charlee’s eyes closed instinctively and a shiver passed through her. She liked the way it felt. He pulled back a bit and Charlee opened her eyes. Her brown eyes looking into his green ones. Neither of them spoke for a moment, then he leaned forward and kissed her. It was soft and passionate. Charlee could feel the love that he had for Jessica in the kiss. He pulled the towel from her head and ran his hands through her damp, curly hair; gently releasing the tangles as he did. Charlee could already tell that Sam was an amazing guy.





She pulled back from the kiss, “Sam, I’m not Jessica.” She wanted him to know it was her, Charlee and not Jessica, but didn’t want to break his heart. He released her and started to stand.



“I’m sorry. I got a little carried away.”



“Don’t be,” Charlee reached for him and tugged him back down, “Technically, I’m still married, but I don’t want to go back. You have shown me more care and wanting than Danny has in the past year. Plus, if you could love me as much as you loved Jessica, I’d never ask for anything more from you. You have don enough already.” Sam just looked at her with a blank look. She wasn’t sure what was going through his mind. “Can you love me, Charlene Marie Johnson?” She used her maiden name when she asked.



Sam smiled softly and looked at her in the eyes, “I think I can get used to that.” His hand came up to her cheek again, “Can you love me, Samuel Francis Winchester?”



Charlee smiled and nodded, “I think it can be arranged.” Then he kissed her. She placed her hand on his face as he had done to her. She felt like she could kiss this man forever and she had just met him. She wondered what she was getting herself into.