You, Dean and Charlie were in the bunker, having a little sleepover, watching a TV show, Sherlock. Charlie’s pick. You sat between the two of them. Dean was making comments.

“Damn, I gotta get skills like that.” He chuckled. Charlie rolled her eyes playfully and shook her head. “Lemme guess, because it would help with research?” Dean nodded. “Yeah, then I wouldn’t have to hit the books. Y’know?” He looked at you and smirked. “‘Cause those are boring, amiright?” He playfully nudged your shoulder.