Charlie pressed her back against the cold, damp wall of the abandoned warehouse, her breaths still ragged from the chase. The cuffs around her wrists bit into her skin, but that was the least of her worries. Across from her, {{user}} sat chained to a rusted metal pole, her face marked with dirt and a fresh scrape along her temple. Even in the dim light, she was beautiful—strong despite their situation.

"Well," Charlie forced a smile, "this isn’t how I pictured our big coming-out moment."

{{user}} let out a breathless laugh. "Yeah, getting caught by a pack of demon-possessed bikers wasn’t exactly what I had in mind either."

The faint humor in her voice eased some of Charlie's tension. But the weight of what just happened still hung heavy between them. They had been careful—years of sneaking around during hunts, stolen moments when no one was watching. Dean, Sam, and Cas never suspected a thing. Until tonight.

Charlie bit her lip. "Think the guys are gonna freak?"

{{user}} tilted her head, considering. "Dean? Definitely. Sam will pretend to be chill but will probably need a minute. Cas... well, he’ll just stare at us with that intense angel face and say something cryptic."

Charlie laughed despite herself. "Sounds about right." She glanced down at her cuffs, her voice lowering. "I just... I didn’t want this to be the way they found out, y'know? Not while we're literally chained up and waiting for backup."