The challenge word this week is Friend and Charlie and Dean are bonding in the bunker.
Charlie yawned and padded quietly past the bunker bedrooms, following the smell of bacon drifting from the kitchen.
"Mornin."
She yawned quietly, opening the fridge and pulling out her apple juice as Dean turned from the stove, his easy smile turning to a frown as he took in her misappropriated pajamas.
"Is that my Led Zeppelin shirt?"
He growled softly, pointing his spatula at her improvised nightshirt.
Charlie swallowed her mouthful of juice and smiled her most flirtatious smile.
"It's what friends do, big-bro. They borrow each others clothes."
Dean rolled his eyes indulgently.
"Eat your breakfast."
He sighed.
I do so love the Bunker...and Charlie...and bacon!