Y/N's P.O.V
I laid out the silver cutlery and replaced the glasses of tap water with holy water, before sitting down and waiting for 'Charlie'.
I wasn't sure who, or what, I was expecting so I had to be prepared.
After a few minutes, the door opened and a redhead girl walked in, followed by a tall brown haired man.
They looked around for a second, before the guy's eyes landed landed on me. They walked over and he cleared his throat.
"Y/N?" He asked and I could have sworn I knew him from somewhere.
"Yeah. You must be Charlie and...?" The girl nodded her head.
"I'm Charlie this is Sam." I shook her hand and then held my hand out to shake his.
"Sam Winchester, nice to meet you." He smiled and my jaw dropped.
Sam Winchester.
Sam fucking Winchester.
Sam 'I've saved the world multiple times' Winchester.
Fuck.
"Are you ok?"
"Fine." We sat down and I noticed how Sam kept looking at me.
"Hope you didn't travel too far, I'd just rather speak about this in person."
"No, it's fine, we have a safehouse if sorts about 10 minutes away." Sam said and I nodded my head.
"Speak about what, exactly?" Charlie asked almost nervously and it was obvious she wasn't used to the hunter's life.
"My dad, he was hunting something. A demon, I think. I can't decipher his notes, because the demon that killed him destroyed half of them. I was hoping, that if you knew him, you'd have an idea about what this meant?" I opened up my laptop and slid it over to Charlie.
"Let me..." Sam muttered, looking at the screen.
"I've seen coding like this. We've got quite a bit of research on it in the bunker."
"Really?" I asked and Sam nodded.
"I'm good at the hunting and research, But decoding, hacking and puzzle solving aren't my strong points."
"Yeah." Sam gave me a knowing smile and I looked at him in confusion. How would he know?
I mean, I know practically everything about him, he is my favourite character from the Supernatural books, but that wouldn't explain how he knew about me. Unless he read my father's books, but that's unlikely, considering they aren't that popular.
"If we go back to the bunker I can have this translated in 2, maybe 3, hours." Charlie said and I nodded my head.
"The bunker being your safe house?"
"Yeah, Dean and Cas are there now." Sam said and excitement shot through me.
A chance to meet 3 of my favourite characters of all time? Hell yeah I'm going.
"We can head over there now, if you want?"
"Sure." I said calmly, but on the inside I was internally screaming.
"Great, you two keep having eye sex and I'll go start the car." Charlie stood up and I rolled my eyes, closing my laptop and slipping it into my bag. I finished my glass of water and Sam picked up one of the forks.
"I'm guessing these are yours?" He smirked at me.
"Last time I checked this place didn't exactly have pure silver forks." I shrugged my shoulders, replacing the cutlery.
"I don't think you noticed the holy water either." Sam looked at me with a raised eyebrow.
"I'm careful."
Sam's P.O.V.
Y/N was beautiful, there was no doubt about that. Beautiful, smart and dangerous. Pretty much perfect.
When we got outside, Charlie was sat behind the wheel of the Mustang we borrowed out of the garage. We both slipped into the back seats and without a word the car started down the road.
"So, Y/N?" Charlie began and a bad feeling swirled in my stomach.
"What's your favourite book?"
"Uh... it's hard to say." Y/N was obviously lying.
"I like a lot of books."
"What about you, Sam?" Charlie asked with a knowing grin.
"You know what my favourite book is, Charlie. Pay attention to the road." The redhead rolled her eyes.
"I do, but Y/N doesn't." I looked at the E/C eyed girl and she was looking at me expectantly. I felt heat rising up my neck.
"I like your father's books." I muttered and Y/N's eyes widened a little.
"Y/N?" Charlie asked and the girl next to me sighed.
"I don't completely hate the Supernatural books, Ok? If anything I've learned from them." I looked at her in surprise and I realised that we probably knew everything about each other.
"I knew it!" Charlie grinned and the car suddenly spun, something hitting the back.
