* // i promise it'll all seem better , charlee

[Chevrolet Winchester]

There was this girl that Chevrolet knew, one Charlee Chops Winterbourne!!!! Charlee Chops obviously wasn’t her birth name. No, Charlee Chops was the name Chey’s dad had given her when she was eight years old and her and Chey ‘Porky’ Winchester were best friends. Chey had done everything over the years to drop Porky when she dropped the pounds, however Charlee and her dad were still avid users of the rather embarrassing nickname. At least Chops didn’t indicate that you were slightly over weight. But anyway, tangent aside, Chey and Charlee had been friends for a very very long time. Chey knew every secret that Charlee had, including the fact the girl was MARRIED!!! Chey was one of about 5 people that actually knew about that union. She also knew the fact that her friend had a crazy habit of forgetting lifes necessities like eating and sleeping. The budding artist was known for running herself into the ground now and again and tended to need someone like Chey to keep her on track. Seriously there was a reason she was as thin as she was, if Chey lived with her she might actually eat regular meals and you wouldn’t be able to see her ribs from time to time.

Well anyway, right now was one of those many times that Charlotte clearly needed looking after. Chey’s daily phone call had mainly been filled with sniffles and coughing so Chey took action. Mama Winchester had cooked up her famous chicken soup and Chevrolet jumped into her car with a big pot of it. She’d stopped at a store and stocked up on tissues and cold and flu remedies, as well as stocking up on chick flicks. Miss Charlee was going to relax if making her do so killed Chey!! Heading down the roads towards Charlee’s place, Chey wondered how much of a fight she’d actually put up. Chey knew that she’d been working on a big project for class. Chey could swear that all she’d heard for the past few days was ‘60% of my final grade’. Chey didn’t care if it was her entire grade, it’d mean nothing if Charlee wasn’t healthy did it?? Besides Chey was on a promise to Colt and if anything happened to her, he’d never forgive her, not to mention she’d never forgive herself.

Pulling up outside, Chey grabbed all her stuff and locked her car ad headed in to Charlee’s place. She wasn’t expecting her but Chey knew she wouldn’t be unwelcome, well not until she started telling Charlee she needed to rest at least. Walking up to Charlee’s front door, Chey’s knuckles wrapped against it and she heard the sound of distant coughing. Chey couldn’t not shake her head. If she could be here to watch over her every day she would. In a bizarre way Chey always blamed herself when Charlee got ill and this time especially, with everything going on Chey really hadn’t been around that much. She of course kept in contact but she hadn’t been over to check on her and its not like Charlee would announce over the phone “I haven’t eaten properly in weeks.” Honestly the girl was so renowned for such a thing that Chey’s mother often threatened to move in with her to keep an eye on her. As the door peeked open, Porky held up the big covered glass jug of flu fighting goodness. “Mama Winchester’s famous Chicken Noodle Soup!” She announced with a broad grin. 

[charlottew]

Once upon a time, Charlee had believed starving artists were called that because they were poor and couldn't afford to eat, however, since becoming an artist herself, Charlotte had come to understand that it was the love of art that made them so. She didn't purposefully forget to eat or sleep, it was just her passion and her muse kept her drawing, painting, planning, something! Charlotte loved her craft, and with that love came the age old saying 'Doesn't time fly when you're having fun?' When Charlotte really got her teeth into something, hours could go by and feel like minutes, days turned into hours. Yes, it was dangerous for the young art student, but she honestly, hand on her heart, didn't do it on purpose.

So you can imagine the annoyance when Charlee started sneezing and coughing, and even more so when the aches started in. She had a damn project to do and this was really, really not going to help her! Charlee hated getting sick, not because she felt horrible but because she wasn't at her best, her ideas didn't come as easily and she couldn't focus for long. So, when Chey had called earlier, Charlee had been curled up in a duvet on the floor with papers, notes and doodles surrounding her and a mug of steaming hot lemon water. She couldn't stop. She couldn't take time out. Although her ideas weren't too forthcoming, she had her notes and plans of pieces yet to be done for the project. With the copious pointers on the paper before her, it would literally be a case of paint by numbers, that wouldn't be too hard, right?

Wrong.

By the time Chey knocked on her front door, Charlee had changed into her overalls, thrown her hair up in a bun, covered by a bandana, and coughed and sneezed her way through sketching out the design on the off white bed sheet, that lay draped over her canvas and easel, and had begun painting. Unfortunately, paint and sneezing didn't go too well together, and with every violent shake Charlee had ended up getting splatters of paint on her face, her overalls, her hands... thank God this wasn't a fine art piece she was working on.

Another coughing fit as she placed the paints down and moved away from the sheet, her slippers shuffling against the floor as she meandered her art supplies to get to the door. Upon opening it, she looked out to see her bestie, Chey, stood there, wide grin on her face and a jug of.... something in her hand. After the announcement as to exactly what was in said jug, Charlee managed a half hearted smile as she wrapped her arms around her body and sniffed in a very unladylike manner, "Hey... Porky... come on in. Welcome to the House of Snot..." With a groan, she made her way inside and started to pile up some of the papers, kneeling on the floor so she could gather them together, "Sorry about the mess..." Charlee lived in a sense of organised chaos, with paintings and things pinned to the walls but still stylish and tidy, but not today.

[Chevrolet Winchester]

As she opened the door, Charlee was definitely a sight for sore eyes. All paint covered, pale and sticky! Chey's face was one that clearly didn't know if to laugh or go 'awwww'. "Which paint monster was it that attacked you then Chops?" Chey said as Charlee wrapped her arms around her the best she could with full hands. As her friend stepped away, Chevrolet looked down at her own clothes and laughs at the various splodges of paint that Charlee had transferred. Chey didn't care. Clothes were clothes.. Was them or throw them away.. Not like it was a big deal. There was a huge grin on Chey's face as Charlee called her Porky. Only Charlee could get away with it, well other than Chey's papa!

Chey had been invited into the house of snot and followed with a chuckle, looking around at the 'mess'. Chey wouldn't even call that a mess, she'd just call that Charlee! She found a place to place the bags down and then headed into the kitchen, placing the jug into the microwave, taking off the lid and putting it on low heat for 10 minutes before heading back to the living space where she'd moved stuff off the floor and Chey found herself somewhere to sit, stretching her arms and legs outwards with a yawn. "How you doing, Chops?" Surely her bestie knew she'd be over there as quickly as she could.

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[charlottew]

Ah yes, the infamous nicknames Chey's dad had come up with when they were younger. The adorable little kid that had grown into the beautiful Chevrolet Winchester had once suffered the same fate as most children, puppy fat. So yes, Dean had nicknamed her Porky and, because they were never apart, Charlee became Chops.

Charlee smirked at her bestie's attempt at humour, trying to lighten the fact she felt like death. It didn't need an answer, it was pretty obvious that Charlee's monster had been the epic sneezing fit she'd endured with a paintbrush and pallete in her hands.

Once Chey settled down, Charlee curled her legs up on the floor, settling herself there because the effort to move to the sofa just seemed too damn much to handle right that second. Watching Chey stretch out, Charlee rested her arm against the sofa cushion and sighed, "You know your dad used to tell us about that witchy crone creature that sucked the life out of kids? I feel like I've been the family bargain bucket for them." She groaned, closing her eyes and sniffing again, "You didn't need to come over though, hun. I don't want to put you out or anything."

[Chevrolet Winchester]

Chey was looking down intently at her best friend all sniffly and gross on the floor. Chey was really glad she'd come now, Charlee looked and sounded a lot worse than she had on the phone. Charlee had sighed and mentioned an old story dad used to tell them when they were young. About a crone that sucked the life out of children. It wasn't always a story though, it was a threat.. Sometimes Dean would tell the youngest Winchester if she didn't behave herself he'd wipe the rock salt off the window and said crone would come get her. What could she say? Papa Winchester was slightly evil when he wanted to be but luckily Chey and Charlee were never that naughty as kids and they always knew that Dean and Ben were there to take care of them a million percent.

But as Charlee told Chey she felt like she'd been the family bargain bucket, Chey pouted at her slightly and reached out to stroke her hair. "Awwww sweety..!" She then looked closely at her best friend. "I hope you at least came with beans... Coleslaw so isn't the same!" She teased before Charlee told her she didn't need to come and she didn't want to put her out. "Are you kidding? My Momma would never have forgiven me if I didn't come look after you! Besides I have time off work and nothing better to do!" She suddenly thought about that sentence and couldn't help but giggle.

Charlee had heard all about Chey's little rendezvous with a certain yummy mister but she also knew she would come before any man that was ever in Chey's life. Miss Charlee had been there through after almost everything with Chey and the littlest Winchester was almost starting to wonder how she got through her life without her!! Brats and bullys became crappy boyfriends and failin' grades but slowly moved to death, marriage and pregnancy scares. Sometimes you wouldn't believe that Chey and Charlee were only 21 years old to look at their history.

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[charlottew]

Leaning against Chey's hand as she stroked her hair, Charlee closed her eyes and sighed, letting out a huffed laugh at her best friend's joke before she talked about her mother. Dear Lisa, lovely Mrs Lisa Winchester, the one who had become the mother Charlee had been robbed of as a child. Of course Chey was right, even now Charlee could hear Lisa's voice, chastising her for not taking care of herself. However, that little moment was ruined as Chey all but insulted her, forcing a choked half laugh, half gasp as Chey continued to giggle. "Nice, Chey... kick me when I'm down much?"

[/i] she giggled as she slapped her knee playfully. "And they -like- the coleslaw... they're so evil."

The pair had truly been through more than their fair share, but they'd been at each others' sides throughout it all. They'd be friends forever, purely because they knew far too much about each other to -ever- be enemies. It was a true case that they'd have to kill each other. Resting her head against Chey's knee, Charlee hugged Chey's calf, "So... you've got nothing better to do... but what about the some -one- better to do?" Oh yes, Charlee knew all about Mr. Sebastian Blair, Chey's semi squeeze. Charlee was just happy Chey had found someone that made her glow!

Pushing herself to her feet, Charlee couldn't help but collapse back down onto the sofa, laying her feet out over Chey's lap as she leant on her bent arm. "Come on, Chey... spill. Juicy gossip is needed, it's the best medicine."[/blockquote]

[Chevrolet Winchester]

There was something about your best friend being basically family that changed the logistics of a friendship. Chey wanted a sister so badly growing up but Charlotte was the sister she never quite saw coming. When you were a Winchester, blood wasn't everything when it came to family. Charlee had been there through so much that Chey couldn't not be there, even for something as trivial as a cold. There was a slight pout on Chey's lips that screamed 'awwww' as Charlee cuddled into her leg. Chey's hands just ran through her hair. Charlee's words, though croaky and strained, then expressed interest in Chey's 'latest squeeze'.

If nothing else, Charlee definitely knew how Chey was with men. She also knew there hadn't been anyone else since Chey had her heart broken by her 'baby daddy' back at college. That was a whole long 6 months ago now and you'd think Chey would have moved on before now. But she hadn't. Now however, she met some one that just cared and it made it to hard to NOT like him. Well please, she'd liked him for a very long time. But getting into something with him? That was very different to just liking him. It was also something that Chey never thought would happen when she was just an awkward fifteen year old spending her nights dreaming about one of her best friends brothers.

Chey watched her Chop pull herself up off the floor and then fall into the couch, putting her feet over Chey's lap. She laughed and pulled them up and put a cushion underneath them and rubbed her hands over her ankles and onto the top of her foot. Chey was told to spill and that gossip was the best medicine and well, she just had to laugh. "Well I guess if it's gonna make you better....!" Another giggle came out of her before she rolled her eyes and turned her upper body towards Charlee, thinking about what she was going to say and a smile spreading over her face.

"Well I don't know.. It's BASTIAN! The Bastian. The I wrote crappy love poems for him when I was fifteen Bastian. It's weird. But he's sweet. Amazingly sweet. I mean I bumped into him on the street and I did not expect anything or want anything. It just sorta happened. You know every gal loves a guy that saves her butt from drunken losers. We're taking it sloooow." There was a blush to Chey cheeks as she spoke of him that she hadn't experienced in a long time. "Well anything's slower than my last relationship though right? I just.. Don't want to get lost again." Her nose wrinkled slightly. "But you know he makes me happy and that's the important thing."

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