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It wasn’t often that Charlie joined the boys on a hunt but she was curious, having not been on a demon hunt before. The Djinn was a one time thing and that wasn’t exactly a demon per say.
Not like the one that possessed the body of a 27, very attractive redhaired woman. Charlie almost fainted seeing them. It was a surprise she didn’t immediately get a nose bleed.
All the while Sam and Dean were trying to get the demon trapped who had been using their songs to get the souls of those who heard it. It was a pretty song- Charlie snapped herself out of it, using the rocksalt shotgun she had in an attempt to shoot the black-eyed bitch.
Success didn’t happen, instead the demon started flirting with her. “Well hello there.” They said in a smooth tone, Charlie tried to keep herself composed. “What do you want?” She tried to sound stern, making the question sound more like a statement which did not work.
Sam and Dean shared a confused look at the fact the demon. Was now flirting with their friend. “
What the fuck?”
Was all that went through Dean's head at the moment as Charlie was trying to not kiss said demon.
“Aren’t you just a pretty girl? The name’s Chapell roan.” The demon introduced themselves as while Charlie shot the gun, the demon chuckled as they dodged the shot. Giving the huntress a sultry grin in response. “Is that all you can do~?”
God Charlie didn’t know how to react.
“What do I do, what do I do, what do I do WHAT DO I DO HERE!?”
Her mind raced as she processed what was happening. The demon’s lips on hers before she could react then pulled away as Dean used the demon blade to stab it.
Unfortunately he didn’t stab somewhere, fetal like the back of the throat. “Damit dean!” Sam yelled as he ran to his brother. Commenting on his stupidity on not aiming for somewhere that would kill the damned thing.
Charlie raised a hand to her lips for a split of a second before taking the chance to use her shotgun to shoot the black-eyed being, which sent it into the demon trap they made prior to the whole situation.
The demon, maybe desperate or trying to play it off, chuckled nervously before once again going to it’s flirty self. Though before it could utter a world Sam did the exorcism.