Charlie's tried controlling, she tried altering, so now all she can do is delete.

Dean couldn't tell if the squeaking of hinges had gotten worse, or if the silence just hung that heavily. Not even a breeze seemed to offer some sort of distraction. 

Red wavy hair, not even down to her plaid-adorned shoulders. Knees were crossed in front of her, dangling freely as if she was on a chair a tad too high for her. If only it could be that simple... Though she had her back to him, Dean would have bet then and there that she was wearing the same "No Frowns" shirt as she was on the day she died.

He had to fight to keep down the choked sound that threatened to escape his throat. Closing his eyes tightly, hoping to at least be sent back to stairs, he called out a strained "Don't!".

The girl before him turned, both proving that Dean would have won the bet, and revealing her dull eyes. "Oh, I wasn't going to jump..." 

He almost let himself breath a sigh of relief, before his mind registered that this place never became faulty, and that there must be something more. Sadly, he was proven correct yet again.

"...I was just going to wait and fall, when it comes to that."

Dean's breath hitched as she finished. There was no 'if', only 'when'. It seemed definite to her that her life was ending soon.

"Charlie-"

"Oh, cool, you know my name. I feel like this is some video game, where you set your username and everyone just knows it. It's kinda cool, actually." she, Charlie, cut him off with a rather pitiful attempt at laughter.

"Charlie," Dean tried again. "You can't do this. I know... I know you've lost people, because you told me. I was there to help you through it, and you pulled through with a smile. You may have been bashed and bruised, and lost everything, including yourself. But... you can still find yourself again and help others, right? Because helping others seemed to give you some worth, didn't it?"

Said girl didn't move away from the edge, but turned so that she was sitting criss-cross and facing him. Cautiously, Dean took a step forward saying, "I need you to promise me you won't fall back."

Charlie hesitantly nodded, which gave the man the go-ahead to reach out to her. He pulled her up when she finally decided to take his outstretched hand. He pulled her into a hug, like the rest of his family that he unfortunately had to meet here.

"Hey, it's Dean, I got you," he mumbled into her hair as she buried her face in his chest. He felt, more than saw, her nod. 

Charlie was clinging onto Dean's shirt between them, desperate to know that he was actually there. As scared as he was that she was going to disappear in his arms, Dean soon realized she wouldn't. Instead, he pulled back a bit to place a kiss on her forehead. "I love you, kiddo. Now, take care, and I'm sorry."

"Dean... I love you, too. Please don't leave me-"
"I'm sorry," Dean simply repeated.

Having swayed with her in his arms, he had turned the 180° that he needed too. He shoved her away, where she now stumbled backwards towards the door. Dean let the momentum push him backwards, and he only had a second to catch Charlie's panicked gaze and he felt air under his feet.

"I'm fine," he managed to call to her, despite the sudden heaviness he felt, before everything faded around him. 

He stumbled backwards, arms instinctively reaching out and grabbing the handles. 
Stairs. Yet again. He let out a frustrated shout, gripping the bars tightly to make sure he didn't fall to his knees.

So close, it seems! Well, we can't be ending the fun so soon, now, can we?

"FUCK OFF!" Dean screamed, only for it to echo back, mocking him, until he felt dizzy.

Dreams could hurt, sure, but none of them could ever live up to this.

(666 words hehe)