As seen in the summary, the word is cloud. Tag to "Slumber Party." I own nothing Supernatural-related.

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Charlie was still finding a comfortable position on the bed in Sam's room. "I think your bed is a brick," she said.

"Try Dean's room," Sam said. "His bed is made out of memory foam."

Dean sighed. "It remembers me."

Charlie got up from the bed and said, "Well, let's see if it remembers me."

They went to Dean's room and Charlie immediately ran to the bed, the soft memory foam bed. She smiled at the softness, feeling like the bed was a cloud.

Maybe it was a cloud.

Dean huffed, saying, "She has mistaken my bed for a cloud."

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My first fic with Charlie! Hope you enjoyed!