As Dean walked down the corridor towards the room labelled on his map as '8D', he heard the sound of crying coming from the bathroom. He didn't have to be a genius to guess who would be in there. Looking at the gender sign on the door, he sighed before walking in.
Inside, the white cubicles ran down one side of the bathroom with sinks directly opposite on the other wall. All of the doors were open bar one.
The same one were the light sobbing was coming from.
"Charlie?" He called softly.
A quiet gasp could be heard.
"Go away." A voice replied.
"I just came to see if you're okay." Dean stated.
Dean knew that she was only being stubborn to mask her emotions, a trick that he used often to hide how he was truly feeling from Sam. "No you're not, you're upset." Walking down the bathroom to the very last cubicle that Charlie had locked herself in, Dean sat down on the floor and leant back against the wall. "Trust me, I get it."
A sniffle could be heard.
"You wanna' talk about it?" He asked.
"Why?" Charlie replied.
"It might make you feel better. I won't judge." Dean stated before deciding to start the conversation himself. "How do you know the principal?"
"He's my uncle." She answered. "He took me in after my Mom died last year."
Dean's heart sank. He knew only too well what it was like to lose a parent. "I'm sorry." He condoled.
"It's okay." She stated.
"So who's the Wicked Witch of the West?" Dean asked.
"Isabelle, she's my Uncle's fiancee. She doesn't like me, never has."
Dean paused. "I'm sure your Uncle didn't mean what he said there, he's probably just worried about you, that's all."
There was a silence before Dean heard the sound of the cubicle lock opening.
The door opened and Charlie walked out with dark red eyes.
Dean stood up and smiled softly at her. "You okay?"
She nodded. "Thanks, Dean."