Imagined Peace: Clock Tower

[Nathaniel Winchester]

Nathan was slowly playing this over in his head, he didn't know how exactly he could do this. He couldn't believe this, Melinda was a friend to them all. She was a sweet person, loving. He hated that she married that bastard, Charley was so much more right her. They were in love, he could see that. He wanted someone like that, deep down. Underneath all the tough Dean interior he wanted love. He swallowed still not being able to believe this. He closed his eyes taking a deep breath, he pulled up to the house. The dirtroad making dust fly everywhere and he know that his dad is going to kill him for sneaking the Impala. He stepped out of the car and closed the door.

Dressed in a black hoody with jeans and sneakers. He moved for the door seeing Maggie and Roger running around. He stuffed his hands into his hoody and found himself walking to the door. Liz or Booker's vehicles were here, good. He swallowed and closed his eyes for a moment. He found himself fighting back the tears that threatened to form. Nate rarely cried no, he wasn't the crying type. This was big bad. And had David written all over it. He shook his head, teeth clench tight together.

He moved up to the door, not knocking as he opened it. He walked inside looking around seeing on in the living room and kitchen. He didn't see Charley and he headed for the stairs. He walked up them, moving. Looking down the hallway, he blinked. Leaning against the wall to collect himself, he blinked back the blurry vision from the tears in his eyes. Taking a breath and finally pushing from the wall and moving to Charley's room. He forced a smile, hands buried deep into his hoody.

[Charley Miles]

Mom was so pissed at him for not going to Anna to heal his knee, but Charley wanted to experience a real injury that would heal at a normal rate for once in his life. That and he did not want to appear weak in front of the entire mansion. So, he had been avoiding people outside of his family. And outside of that confrontation to Melinda not too long ago. He had taken some medicine and forgone the crutches so as to not appear weak in front of her. Not Melinda. She would understand, of course, but he couldn't bring himself to do it.

Mama and Pa were off somewhere, he thought he heard Pa in the barn earlier and Mama ... well ... she was around. In the house, because Charley could sense her. Then there was someone else. Nate? Gently pulling the covers over his legs as he sat up in his bed to hide his bandage, he shrugged to himself. Nate knew about his ... 'accident' ... and even tried to help a little. But still, Charley was bound and determined to keep up appearances.

Gestering as he felt Nate getting closer, his crutches slid under his bed quickly. There. Just a normal room with a giant patched ceiling. Nothing out of the ordinary here. "Come on in, man, I know you're there," he called towards the door, opening it with his telekinesis before Nate could even knock. With the bags under Nate's eyes and how red they were, Charley instantly knew something was wrong.

Tensing and sitting up straighter, Charley was on full alert. "What's wrong? What's happened?"