@polyamships multiamory march day 7: "But I don't regret anything"
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fandom: supernatural (tv 2005)
pairing: charlie bradbury/dorothy baum/jo harvelle
main tags: charlie bradbury lives, pre-relationship, confessions
rating: G
word count: 443
"You should've gave him the laptop." Jo shook her head.
Charlie shrugged, but the motion pulled on the stitches, and she groaned. "Couldn't lose the information." she grumbled.
"You're gonna be fine." Dorothy mumbles, squeezing her hand. Jo nods on the other side of her. For a moment, Charlie almost forgets where she is, but the rhythmic robotic beeping reminds her all too well.
Charlie chuckles weakly. If Jo hadn't gotten there when she did—fuck, Charlie didn't want to think about it. The hospital lights are too bright, but it helps her see her friends. Dean and Sam should be on their way, Jo told her earlier. Charlie wants to stay awake to see them, but she's so tired, she's not sure she'll be able to.
"You should've gave him the laptop." Jo shook her head.
Charlie shrugged, but the motion pulled on the stitches, and she groaned. "Couldn't lose the information." she grumbled.
"You're worth more than some fucking translations, Charlie." Jo swore.
She shook her head. "I signed up for this. I knew what I was getting myself into."
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean you go on a suicide mission." Dorothy interrupts. "Being a hero also means that means you try your damn hardest to live."
Jo and Dorothy have never met—Charlie didn't want for them to meet like this, next to her hospital bed. She never would've suspected they'd team up on her like this. It makes her smile. If she wasn't still so shaken up, she might even be a little into it.
"Besides, who's gonna help us pull the Winchesters out of trouble when they fuck shit up?" Jo cracks a smile. Dorothy snorted. Charlie chuckled a bit.
Charlie hummed. "I don't regret anything," she mumbled.
"When are you going to get it through your head that you're not alone?" Dorothy hissed. "If you had.. god, Lee, I don't know what I would've done with myself."
Jo nodded. "You're loved, Charlie. You're so fucking loved, don't you get it? You don't get to fucking die on us. I'd make a deal with Crowley myself to get you back if you dare."
Charlie paused. Oh. Dorothy squeezed her hand again.
"This really sounds like a hug moment." she grinned. Dorothy sighed and Jo rolled her eyes, but they both came to her side. Charlie sat up on her elbows as Dorothy bent down cradled Charlie's head against her chest, and Jo rested her head on Charlie's shoulder, wrapping her arm around her back.
"I love you guys," and Charlie says it so quietly, she's not sure they heard it. But Jo's breath hitches and Dorothy hums. There are horrible things in this world, and beyond, but Charlie forgets it all in favor of the love in her chest for the two women in her arms.
