The challenge word this week is Try (trying) and Dean is trying to be his usual foolishly independent self.
200 on the dot.
"What do you think you're doing?"
Charlie's voice was briskly parental and Dean halted in his slightly wobbly tracks, guilt written on his bruised face.
The red head moved to sit beside him on his bed, so close she could feel the slight sway resulting from his illicit activity.
"Nothing..."
Dean lied unconvincingly.
She leaned down and retrieved the hunter's boots from the floor in front of him.
"Were you by any chance trying to put your boots on?"
Dean sighed and nodded, stopping quickly as the motion made his newly-sutured head swim.
"What did I tell ya?"
She questioned, her voice made quasi-stern with genuine concern.
"Patients with concussion don't bend over..."
Dean recited softly as Charlie placed the boots well out of his reach.
"Because you're wobbly as crap and you'll just face-plant again and then Sam'll insist you stay in bed for another day. Is that what you want?"
"No..."
Adorably petulant Dean mumbled as Charlie moved the MoL slippers she had un-earthed from one of the many bunker store-rooms before him.
Dean slipped his feet into the soft, warm slippers
"Thanks Charlie."
He smiled lopsidedly, linking her arm..
"You're welcome Bro."
Hope you enjoyed. There's a second chapter with a different go at this weeks challenge if you like but. if you squint, it could be Destiel so don't go there if you don't like.