Imaginary Friend

The Winchesters are at it again but they meet three other hunters who have the same objective: to survive. Teaming together means some rough things for everyone. For Dean, Sam and Castiel, they all fall for the same poison: a girl.


6. The Broken Toy Soldier

Charlotte’s POV


    I pulled out of the driveway, not even caring that Dean was on his way out the door.  I gripped the steering wheel so tight that my knuckles were white. I was so angry at myself.

What had I done? Why didn’t I believe Amy?

    I mentally slapped myself so many times to make sure that I’d actually done what I did, and now, I don’t know if I’ll ever forgive myself.

    I remember the times when I was always smiling and laughing, always so innocent and nice to everyone.

    That was when I had Danny.

    I hate shapeshifters.

    My personality hadn’t changed. Not really. Being mean and tough was just a cover to hide the broken soldier I really am.

    The broken toy soldier that nobody wants anymore.

    The toy soldier that was damaged so much, the only thing that’s holding it together is glue, and that glue is fading fast.

    Very fast.

    Tears slid down my face as I thought about what Danny would say about who’ve I’ve become. I don’t even know if he’d love me the same.

    I don’t even know if he’s alive.

    When I came to a stop light I slammed my hands against the steering wheel, keeping in a scream of anger.

    What had I let myself become?

    Hael was right. I was worse than the monsters that I killed.

    A broken toy soldier, still fighting for something that’s long gone, and can never come back to me.

    I cried even more.

    I’m so ashamed of the monster I’ve become.

    The light turned green, and I drove all the way to Baker’s Square.

    I knew that a cheeseburger, a fry, and a free pie wouldn’t be the cure for my feelings, but I went in there anyway. When I walked in there, my friend Ashley who works there saw me, and smiled.

    “Usual?” She asked me.

    I forced a smile at her.

    “You got it, sister,” I replied.

    Ashley took me to a booth in the corner, and she was already writing down what I wanted.

    “I’ll get right on it,” She smiled and walked towards the kitchen.

    As soon as she left, I buried my head in my hands.

    I have got to apologize to the kid. She’s probably been through a lot.

    I felt someone sit in the booth across from me and I removed my hands, ready to tell some random guy to go find somewhere else to sit, but the only thing I saw were a pair of green eyes and spiky dirty blonde hair.


    “Nice place, huh?” He said, trying to strike up conversation.

    I nodded.

    “They’ve got the best burgers and pies,” Was all I said.

    His green eyes brightened and his face totally lit up.

    “You don’t say?” He raised an eyebrow.

    I don’t know what it is about that man, but when I was with him, the whole world seemed a little brighter. I even forgot about my dead mission to find Danny, who I haven’t seen in about 3 or 4 years.

    I smiled.

    “Oh, yeah. You have got to try it.”

    Ashley came back with a water for me and she saw Dean. I always got a water before the beer.

    “Is there anything I can get you, sir?” She asked him politely.

    “I’ll take a burger, a fry, and a beer, thanks”

    She took the order.

    “You got it.”

    Before she walked back to the kitchen and mouthed, He’s hot, to me and gave me a thumbs up.

    I tried so hard to hide my blush. I’m pretty sure I failed too.

    “So, I take it you don’t want to talk about what happened?” Dean said, looking straight into my eyes.

    Guilt tugged at my heart and squeezed it until it burst at the mention of the incident.

    I broke my gaze and stared into my water, stirring the straw and watching the ice cubes move with the force.

    “Not really, no.”

    “Do you want to talk at all?” He asked. I shrugged.

    “It’s not like I have any feelings,” I said, trying to stick with my tough act.

    “I’m sure you do.”

    I looked up at him.

    “You don’t know me,” I replied dully, looking back at the water.

    Dean considered that.

    “Actually, I know a lot about you,” He said. I looked up and raised an eyebrow.

    “Oh really?” I asked, interested.

    “Sure. You were born on December 21, 1980. You were an only child, that is, until your parents adopted your little brother. When you were in Middle and High School and the short time you were in college you were in Cross Country and Track. You got into Harvard on full ride, which is very hard to do. You went to become a doctor, however, you dropped out shortly afterward, due to ‘family business’.”

    I nodded.

    “Wow, that’s a lot more than I know about you,” I said.

    “I don’t exactly get out very much, so to speak. I’ve been in the ‘family business’ since I was six.”

    My eyes widened.


    “Oh yeah. My mom was burned in Sammy’s nursery and my dad decided that he wasn’t gonna stop hunting until he got payback.”

    Dean launched into a full on description of his life - from the second his dad made that decision.

    Dean had to grow up at six years old. Take care of Sam, the tall dude who was with Dean when they ‘searched’ my house, was at the top of the list of things that Dean had to do. Dean even died so his brother could live.

    And I thought that Danny going missing because of a shapeshifter was bad.

Now, Sam and Dean are trying to stop some kind of 60 Seals from being broken.

“So how about you? How’d you get into the business?” Dean asked.

I told him about what had happened to me.

On my birthday.

Danny had come to New England to visit me on my birthday, then we both got knocked out, and then Danny went missing.

After 8 hours, the police found him, and the kidnapper was never found.

Danny was found in the sewers.

I told Dean that Danny seemed like himself until he tried to kill me.

Luckily, I had real silver and was able to kill the shifter.

Somehow, I’d come up with the idea that Danny was still alive and I met Amy. We started hunting as partners, and then we came across Hael. I was still under the illusion that I could find Danny, so we started the interrogations.

I’d become more and more comfortable with giving orders and being heartless.

I told Dean it was all an act. That I’m just a toy solider.

A broken one at that.

As soon as I finished, Ashely came with our food. We thanked her and both dug in.

“This is the best burger I’ve ever had,” Dean said after he’d swallowed.

“You should taste the pie,” I said, as he went for another bite of his burger.

As soon as we finished, Ashley brought me some pecan pie, which is exactly what Dean ordered.

He loved the pie.

When we’d finished, Ashley cleared our plates and handed me the check.

Dean took it from me.

“I got it,” he said. I smiled.


“No, thank you, for introducing me to the best restaurant in the Universe.”

“No problem.”

    We left the restaurant, and got in our separate cars and drove home. When I parked in the driveway, I took a deep breath and opened the door.

    The cold wind hit me suddenly, but I ignored it and marched up to the front door.

    I had an apology to make. I pulled the heavy door open taking a small step inside the warm house. Are they watching a movie? Of course they are, I left her with Amy. Why am I nervous, it’s just two words. Hey wait there’s four people? I left three people who the hell is that guy! I’ll deal with him later I have to apologies. I walked into the room slowly counting every step.

“Hey kid can I talk to you, privately?” Her head jerked to look at me, her short hair flopping back into place. I watched her closely for signs of unhuman movements or anything that would indicate she was anything other that a girl. She slide off the couch slowly making her way over to me, she looked so nervous. Did I really scare her? I walked into the kitchen and stopped near the cabinet she had fallen out of. Looking her over she seemed like a normal college kid beside the rips in her clothes where I had cut into her.  

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