So, I was kind of bored, and this plot bunny just kind of started bouncing around in my head because one of my friends mentioned that Charlie would probably ship Destiel. And this happened. Enjoy!

Charlie stood next to Sam, watching Dean and the angel giving each other googly eyes. She stood on her toes to whisper in Sam's ear.

"Are they always like this?"

Sam turned to her, slight confusion on his face. "Like what?"

Charlie sighed. "Like..." She waved her arms in the air to find the right words, finally settling on, "gay." She shrugged. Might as well be blunt about it.

Sam's eyes widened, and he turned to look at Dean and Cas. They did seem rather... Comfortable... But Dean was always comfortable with people.

Charlie watched as the realization dawned on Sam. For the one in line to go to Stanford, Sam can be pretty thick headed sometimes...

"So, you think that they... I mean, Dean and Cas are... But, Dean always has those magazines..."

"Sam, there is such a thing as bisexual. From what I've seen, your brother is the poster boy."

"What should we do?"

"We? Sammy, he's your brother I think you should be the one to point out his mislabeled sexuality."

"You're the one who noticed in the first place!" Somehow, Sam was able to keep his voice at a whisper.

Charlie glared at him for a moment before holding out her fist. "Rock, paper, scissors, lizard, Spock?" Sam gaped at her. "What, you think only Sheldon Cooper plays it like this?"

Sam shrugged and held his hands out helplessly. Charlie sighed and taught him the rules. She was certain that she'd win. Until Sam, quick-learning bastard that he is, learned a little too quickly and beat her. Charlie ran her hands over her face before shooing Sam away and calling Dean over. The older brother put his conversation with Cas on hold and jogged over to Charlie. She smirked.

"So," she started confidentially, "how long you had your eye on Mr. Tall, Dark and Winged?"

Dean blinked rapidly a couple times. "What the hell do you mean, Charlie?"

"I mean my gaydar is going crazy because you and Cas keep making eyes at each other. Just kiss and be done with it already!" Dean was silent a few moments, unsure what to say. Charlie sighed. "Dean Winchester, don't make me slap you."

Dean held his hands up in surrender and backed away from the angry woman. "Charlie, I don't know what you want from me."

"Are you that blind? Really?"

"Hey," Dean started indignant, but one look from Charlie cut off any argument he would have started.

Geez... I knew Dean was stubborn, but I thought if he was presented with the evidence... Suddenly, a sly grin spread across her face.

"Dean, how many women have you slept with before you met Cas?"

Dean shrugged. "I don't know. It's not as if I really keep a tally. A few. Why?"

"How many since you met Cas?"

Dean's brow furrowed as he thought, and Charlie smiled. He couldn't deny it anymore if he had to think that hard.

"I've been busy," Dean burst out in response to her smile. "I haven't really had time for one night stands!"

"Sure you have... You keep telling yourself that. Just... Think about what I've said. Go ahead back to your angel. I think he misses you."

Dean spun around to look at Cas. The angel was watching the proceedings with a quizzical expression. Dean gave Charlie a half-wave before rejoining Cas.

Sam emerged from wherever he had been hiding and stood next to Charlie again.

"So, what happened?"

"Oh, he's still denying it. But it's so obvious how he feels."

"Not to him."

They watched as Cas said something, causing Dean to chuckle and put his arm around the angel's shoulders.

"Oh, he's getting there."