"You’re Charlie Bradbury."
Charlie startles and looks up. The angel who’d been talking with Castiel for more than an hour is now standing in front of her, stiff and expectant.
"Yeah," she says, nodding. Since Sam sent her a message in Oz to inform her of the situation, she hasn’t been able to get more than an hour of sleep. She’s been running on nothing but coffee and Lucky Charms for two days. She’s got a headache, and her mouth feels like sandpaper. All in all, she feels really gross. The woman -Hannah, she remembers now - looks at her, fresh and sharply dressed, and Charlie feels a pang of misplaced self-consciousness. She tries to smooth out her hair. No dice.
"Castiel told me you are something of a genius hacker," Hannah says. Charlie frowns and nods.
"I guess you could say that." She gives up on trying to guess what the angel wants. Her brain just doesn't work anymore.
"We need your help breaking into Heaven’s servers."
Charlie blinks slowly. Heaven’s what now?
"Okay, first of all, I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about. Second, in case you hadn’t noticed, we’re dealing with a crisis here, so I’m sorry but you’ll have to find yourself another genius." She didn't mean to snap at a centuries-old creature made of power and light that could very well smite her as easily as if she were an annoying fly, but the part of Charlie that cares about stuff like that fell asleep three hours ago.
The woman nods briskly, as if she'd been expecting this answer. Which, she probably had, because, y’know. Angel.
God, Charlie’s life is so weird.
"We have been made aware of the Dean Winchester…situation. And I would like to offer a trade."
"What." Charlie says blankly. Hannah doesn’t look deterred by her flagrant lack of enthusiasm. To be fair, Charlie doesn’t know if she possesses more than one facial expression.
"If you come with me and help us hack into Heaven’s servers, which my siblings have failed to do until now, I will in return help you find your friend. And help you cleanse him."
Okay, then. She still doesn’t know what the heck Heaven’s servers is supposed to mean, but she isn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth.
"Yeah. Yeah, alright."
She stands and the whole Bunker starts spinning around her. Her head is pounding and her legs wobbly, and she has to lean on the table to avoid falling on her ass.
"Woah," she breathes. It isn't the moment to pass out. Apparently, her body hasn't got the memo. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.
That’s when something soft and cool touches her face, and her eyes snap open. Hannah is cupping her cheek gently, and Charlie feels a faint tingle where their skins connect. Something washes over her; it’s not an emotion, more like a wave, like taking a warm bath, like sleeping for ten hours, like being kissed for the first time, and suddenly, she feels alive again.
She’s pretty sure her mouth is hanging open. Hannah smiles, and her eyes are softer than she’d noticed before, deep and otherworldly. Angelic.
"Shall we?" Hannah says, offering Charlie her hand.
Charlie smiles back, and takes it.